I have decided to start a role playing forum about all of our Inquisitors getting together for a dinner party. This is pure role play where anything can happen. Everyone is invited to patisapate! The only giudlines are that if you haven't posted on this forum yet your character has to introduce themselves wheather that be your wiki names or simply the name you want, and that everyone be polite and curtiouse at all times(when I say this I mean ass far as your chacters are concerned you can do whatever you want, but just remeber to respect everyone on here and don't be rude.) also please remeber to sighn all of your post as you always would. Well this is something I'm trying out I hope everyone has fun and enjoys theirselves. - Your Generous Host Lord Cousland. (Darion Cousland (talk) 14:03, August 28, 2014 (UTC))
Part 1[]
"Good Evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Deakial Adaar." -looks around the near empty room, only to see the host, Lord Cousland- "Did I get here late? Or am I just early?" He walks over to the bar, picks up a keg of mead and begins drinking so much it puts Oghren to shame. (My inquisitor is a Vashoth Mage with a heavy drinking habit, He and Oghren would get along splendidly) ACdeakial (talk) 14:27, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
No you are not late my friend. Welcome to Skyhold my ilustriuose keep! Their is plenty of food and drink. Please make yourself comfortible; the others will join us shortly.(Darion Cousland (talk) 14:44, August 28, 2014 (UTC))
"Hmmm looks like things are just getting started! My name's Scaea Cadash." -looks over at Deakial Adaar- "Ooohhh mead! I need a good drink. Varric just told me he wasn't interested in me, he has some secret long lost lover blah blah blah. I just stabbed the book he was reading on his lap and left, narrowly missing his groin. Turns out I'm not the first woman to do that." She walks over to where Deakial is sitting. "Hey Horns, mind sharing?" (My Inquisitor is a sarcastic and slightly violent dwarf rouge, skilled with both daggers and drinking.) Xsari (talk) 16:25, August 28, 2014 (GMT)
Magister Trevelyan from the Ostwick Circle of Magi has arrived. He greets the host Lord Cousland, then approaches Deakial Adaar who was sitting with Scaea Cadash. "Deakial, I replied to your theory posted in the town hall." (Your blog post.) Believe it! (talk) 15:39, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
As Scaea mentions stabbing groins, Deakial can't help but wince. Remembering the encounter with a Rivaini pirate in a brothel, that he was very fortunate to escape 'Intact'. "So Daggers, you like mead do you? Here, try my 'Special' brew. Had to kill a whole band of Qunari to reclaim the family recipe. Bashed their heads in with my stick here". Deakial slams his staff onto the table and downs another horn of mead and belches. "Ahh, good memories". He is greeted by a new arrival entering the hall, "Hello Magister, fancy some mead?" (I will get back to Regarding my blog post as soon as possible, finishing it off in word atm) ACdeakial (talk) 15:56, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"I would, thank you." He sits and cautiously sips the mead. He has always been a light drinker. Believe it! (talk) 16:14, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"Don't mind if I do Horns". She takes the pint of 'Special' brew and downs it in one go. "By Andraste's frilly panties that's the best brew I've ever tasted! Better then dwarven ale, and that's hard to beat!" Looking over at Magister Trevelyan with a smerk she says. "You ok there?" Xsari (talk) 17:20, August 28, 2014 (GMT)
Lord Cousland sits in a chair at the head of the table and stares at the various people seated before him. "I hope you all have been aquainted with eachother" "I would hate for ill will to arise before the evening could really begin". "So shall I summon the entertainment or would you first like to continue getting to know everyone"? He grabs a goblet and pours a glass of wine; sipping it with a calm reserve, yet peering with curious eyes at all the guest the assembled at his astate so far. Seeing all of theese well known friens of his finaly gathered in one place almost made his usaly calm demener shater into a fit of pure excitment, and yet at the back of his mind something did not feel right. (Darion Cousland (talk) 16:42, August 28, 2014 (UTC))
"Yes, it is a divine brew is it not? The Qun doesn't allow for regular bouts of revelry. But when revelry happens, many bloodlines donate their brews to the festival. I am of the silverhorn bloodline, and we make our mead with the honey of the giant spider-bees, a secret native to Par Vollen. I'm glad you enjoy, I will send Cullen to fetch more off of my ship. And maybe he can let Jericho, my wyvern, out for a run. He'll end up joining us anyway". ACdeakial (talk) 16:55, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
And elf stands up from a seat at the table. "I am Leitin Lavellan one of the best hunter's in my clan and why normally my people would never come to such a gathering of shem's my Keeper believes there could be great promise here for are people so here I am so please carry on." He raises his class and then takes his seat.--Jdgjordan (talk) 17:08, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"I'm all right Scaea. I tend to enjoy only slight inebriation. I don't feel comfortable getting too drunk. We mages can pay a heavy price if we ever lose control and take in the wrong kind of 'spirit'." Deakial silently acknowledged the truth in what the young noble said, though he himself never seemed to have trouble holding his alcohol and his willpower simultaneously. "So what's your name magister?" Scaea asked. "I'm afraid I can't remember, actually. Ever since the explosion I seem to have developed some mild amnesia. But for some reason people keep calling me 'Harold'. I'm sure that's not it though." Believe it! (talk) 17:16, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"I thought that the brew was delightful myself it has long been known that the Silverhorns produce some of the best mead in the world, but would it be against the Qun to try some of this wine"? "It is from one of the worlds most prostegiuse vinyards located in southern Antivia". "It goes down the throat in one of the most smooth and graceful ways possible, but please by all means have a taste if you desire". Lord Cousland slides the bottle twords Deakial in a frienly gesture." "Welcome to you as well Leitin would like of this wine as well"?"Perhaps you could also tell me what the life of a Dalish hunter is like I have always been intriuged by the funtioms of Dalish Society". "Well it apears that everyyone is haveing a delightful time". He was enjoying the conversations going on around the room and the new arrival seemed veary nice. Still sipping on the delightful Antivian wine, and mounching on a roll from the table, for some reason the uneasy feeling would not go away and that made him veary veary uncomfertable.(Darion Cousland (talk) 17:30, August 28, 2014 (UTC))
Leitin raises an eyebrow in confusion. "You ask what it is like to be Dalish, that is like asking one to simply describe life. We are Dalish wanders of a time long since past in search of a future and my purpose is to protect them along the way." He takes a bight of a piece of bread and eats it. "What about the rest of you what is it you all do and strive to accomplish?"--Jdgjordan (talk) 18:11, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"Fear not young magister. When my father discovered I was Sarebaas he abandoned the Qun, then we sailed the seas on his ship, the Orpheus. We took port in Amaranthine where we came across a elderly elven mage who was an expert in the fade. He revealed to me a guardian spirit, she refers to herself as a 'Spirit of Resilience'. She looks over me at all times, shielding me from demons. I will not become an abomination, no matter how much I drink". Deakial takes the wineskin handed to him by a busty maid, "While I am not of the Qun, Lord Cousland, I will not deny a generous gift such as this". Deakial fills a goblet with wine, takes it in his hand and raises it into the air. "Here is to our generous host, may he live long and drink well. Shall he fall on the battlefield I pray he meets his brothers in the land of dead". As Deakial finishes his toast, an albino wyvern crashes through the doors, carrying two large barrels strapped to its side. Soon after, the templar Cullen follows, sweating and out of breath. "JERICHO, you lovely beautiful beast you. Bring me the mead! I must share with the quiet elf, Leitin. I have not yet met an elf who can drink the brew, I hope you prove me wrong, Hunter". Deakial hears Leitin's moving words, "Hunter! Take a drink with me, for I strive to remember my wrongs, so that I can make them right". Deakial headbutts the table, a sign of great admiration among certain sects of the Vashoth/Tal-Vashoth/Qunari. ACdeakial (talk) 18:30, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
"Hmmm I never understand this whole mages and spirits thing, something to do with something called The Fade apparently" Scaea says in reply to Magister Trevelyan. "And having amnesia so you don't remember your own name as well? That sucks for you, but lucky if it's something bad like Valerie. Guess I'll just call you Harold then."
"As for your question Hunter", she said while turning to face Leitin, "I strive to make as much gold as I can and best others in anyway I can. My latest accomplishment was defeating a Rivaini pirate at a game of Wicked Grace. The look on her face was priceless! Even with her attempt at cheating she still couldn't beat me. I won these very lovely daggers off her", she said as she drew one from its sheath on her back and showed it off. While sliding the dagger back into place and sipping her second pint of Deakial's delicious Silverhorn brew, savouring it's amazing flavour, Scaea stared at Leitin with intrigue. "I've always wondered, why do Dalish paint their faces? Don't get me wrong, I think those tattoo's are very pretty and go well with your pretty face. Just curious, hope I don't offend and you don't shoot me with that impressive bow. That really would spoil my day." She sends a cheeky wink his way.
As Deakial's wyvern crashes through the doors she shouts "By the Ancestors! What the Stone is that? It's amazing! I want one! Shame about your doors though Lord Cousland. Who's the cutie that followed the giant lizard?" Xsari (talk) 23:10' August 28, 2014 (GMT)
By now, Deakial had stumbled out of his chair and begun embracing the large moon-white wyvern. Surprisingly, a normally quite threatening and intimidating creature, the wyvern seemed very docile, an unexpected delight for everyone present to behold.
"Ahh, my dear Daggers, I fear that Jericho here may be one of a kind. Seven years ago, I visited Tallo's Eye in the Anderfels, there I practiced my magic, honing my skills away from the vigilant eyes of my people. I saw a great wyvern watching me, and decided that I must test my skill in battle, or my worth was nothing. Young Jericho here was that wyvern's child. Feeling guilty for having murdered his mother, I took him in, not as a pet, but as a friend and loyal companion. I named him after the Qunari word for moonlight, for he shines like the moon at all times".
Deakial tapped his drinking horn to one of the barrels strapped to Jericho's side, filled it, then poured it into Jericho's mouth. The Wyvern looked as though he were smiling. Deakial then took the barrels off Jericho's side and rolled them into one corner, "Wench! Bring a leg of lamb for my friend if you would be so kind". Deakial went back to the table and sat with Scaea, Harold, and Leitin. "Young Hunter, I know what is like to have lost sight of where you came from. While it is not the same as you and your people, the Qunari have become single-minded and as a result, our culture has become a husk of what it once was. That is what I have been told, anyway". Deakial looked towards Lord Cousland and could see the trouble lingering in his eyes. Our host could feel something not quite right working away behind the scenes. Deakial ruffled around the various items tied to his belt, found his coinpurse, then gestured to the maid to take it to Lord Cousland, along with another goblet of Silverhorn brew. "For the door, my friend dislikes doors. Anything bothering you serah?" ACdeakial (talk) 22:49, August 28, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin smiles and looks at the wyvern. "Very impressive tho I doubt it could out run a Halla noun then less you are a true warrior Deakial I will accept your challenge, mages in the Dales are highly respected many even become the keeper." He starts to take a drink form the brew his face turns for a split second into disgust but then back to normal."Mmm yes well it sure has a kick to it (cough) now as to your question Miss Cadash it is simply a part of who we are just as this so called stone is apart of you and your people... o and thank you for the compliment I suppose you too seem decent looking...for a dwarf that is." (out of character- i decided to roll with my dice on the drinking of the brew and placed the target real high case he is a elf and kinda almost wanted to see him land on his ass after drinking so I rolled and got the highest roll/Crit woot.)--Jdgjordan (talk) 23:26, August 28, 2014
Lord Cousland baerly noticed anyone speaking to him. "What" he said. "Anything bothering you serah?" Deakial repeated. "Something dosen't feel right I just don't know what it is." Everyone was looking at him. "I'm sure it's fine just old habits playing on a warriors instincs please do not concern yourselves with it I would hate for somthing to interupt this wonderfull evening, and I would hate for it to be a bother." He said with a reasuring smile. Everyone resumed their conversations, but Deakial still stared at him not completely convinced. It was then that Lord Cousland noticed the servant standing at his side. "Here is compensation for your doors my Lord from my master". Said the sevant a young human female no more then two years younger than Lord Cousland himself. "Thank you; your veary pretty." said Lord Cousland. "Thank you my Lord." Said the servant blusshing; she walked back over to her master. "Thank you my friend this should be sufficent to replace the doors." He said to Deakial. "A toast to your kindness, and I want to complement you on your wyvern he is a truly wonderful beast." he said raising his glass to Deakial. The Qunari raised his glass in responce. The two men drank and even as they did Lord Cousland could feel the since of danger silently slipping back in. His warrior instincs would not let him ignore it. It felt vaugely familier, and yet he did not know why. It felt almost as if... he summoned one of his servants and whisperd something in his ear. The servant nodded and walked away. This attracted the attion of Deakial who was now staring at Lord Cousland much more intently then before. In an attempt to put his mind on other things Lord Cousland asked; "Harold how is your branch of the Inquision doing ?" "I had heard you ran to some trouble with Venitory cultest." He was eager to ingage in anything that took him mind off of this impending feeling of doom that was slowly consuming him.(Darion Cousland (talk) 14:43, August 29, 2014 (UTC))
Part 2[]
A short, thin man with a slight beard and shoulder-length, curly brown hair peers into the room. Upon noticing the food, he makes a beeline straight for the table. Friendlysociopath (talk) 15:35, August 30, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea playfully smiled at Leitin. "Ha, I'll take it!" she said as she twirled her long golden hair, tied in a braid down her shoulder. "Thanks Tats. Oh and the Stone isn't really part of me personally per se, not much of a believer myself. My family has been exiled from Orzammar for centuries, been a surfacer all my life. The religious cursing is just something I picked up from my late father.
Looking over at the conversation between Lord Cousland and Deakial she suddenly noticed a slight chill in the air herself. Something was not right and she was surprised she hadn't felt it sooner. As Lord Cousland summoned one of his servants over, whispering something in his ear, her curiosity peaked. "What did you say to him my lord?" she asked. "Nothing to worry about my dear" he smiled back, but Scaea could clearly see it was a smile that masked some fear. As the young lord turned to speak with Harold she took a large gulp of her pint of Silverhorn brew to steady her nerves. In that moment another human man entered the room, heading straight over to the table to gorge himself on the food. "Well, well, well" she chuckled. "And who might you be?" Xsari (talk) 02:15, August 31, 2014 (GMT)
The Trevelyan stayed quiet for quite some time since Leitin had asked the motives and beliefs of the dining company. The mage was more interested in hearing what the others had to say. Listening to and learning from others had defined most of his life in the Ostwick Circle.
He did turn to answer Scaea however when she remarked on his name. "I'm not sure 'Harold' is much better than Valerie, actually. Though I once met a mage named 'Florian'. As for my real name, I can almost remember it, as if it's right on the tip of my tongue."
His focus was broken by Lord Cousland asking him about his division running into some trouble with a Venatori cultist. "Not as much trouble as he ran into, I assure you," the mage replied with some degree of anger in his voice. Knowing how this must have sounded to his host as he spoke it he quickly added, "Sorry, my frustration is for the Venatori, not your question my lord. My division is only just begun its charge of correcting this... problem."
He decided now was a good time to mention his philosophy. "My hope is to restore the world, and then, make it better than it was. In my opinion, that will take an understanding of the truth. That has always been my way of life. I believe that through the pursuit of truth, we can better understand ourselves and each other. And through that we may find a way to live together in peace."
Lord Cousland nodded. The statements seemed to put him at ease, though something unrelated still bothered him. Believe it! (talk) 04:03, August 31, 2014 (UTC)
Lord Cousland was deep in thought something had him exteremly bothered to point were he was begginning to get sick of it. If something truely was wrong he wished it show its self already. As Harold responded to his queston with a firce "Not as much trouble as he ran into, I assure you." then quikly followed with a much softer responce of "Sorry my frustration is for the Venatori, not your queston my lord. My division is only just begun its charge of correcting this ... problem." Lord Cousland could understand Harolds frustration. He had only driven the Venatori out a week ago himself. He poured himself more of the fine Antivian wine one of the last remaning momentos he had remanied of his beloved wife Clare. For years he coulden't bring himself to drink it, but he relized that she would have wanted him to. It was a gift she gave hime the last gift before she was brutaly draged of to the Fereldan Circle by those blasted Templars; then before he could even act she was taken from him for good. Her life claimed as one of the first casulties of the Mage Templar War. He had to fight back a tear rembering it; crying in front of his guest would make him a veary good host he thought. Just then he nocticed Harold was once again speaking. "My hope is to retore the world, and then, make it better than it was. In my opinion, that will take an understanding of the truth, we can better understand ourselves and each other. And through that we may find a way to live together in peace." Lord Cousland nodded a little relived at the sentiment. He than noticed the new arrival. (Darion Cousland (talk) 17:45, September 2, 2014 (UTC))
A new figure of a young human entered the hall. "Lords and Lady, I am terribly sorry for my tardiness and I hope I am not anything more than fashionably late. I am the Drakk of Denerim. Former mage of the Ferelden Circle of Magi and advisor to the royal line." Drakk observes the shattered doorway, then his eyes widen at the site of the large lizard occupying the room. "Makers Breath! I think I shall just sit over this side." The newcomer gingerly plants himself in a plush, high backed throne chair. "So my comrades, did I miss anything good?" SenjiBen (talk) 06:53, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Ah another mage" Scaea smiled as she saw Drakk. "There seems to be a lot you running around lately, three in total here now I believe. Unless the silent newcomer who came before you is also a mage, he's eating all the food faster then a starving Bronto!" As Drakk sat down she poured a goblet of Silverhorn brew. "As for what you've missed try this delightful concoction of Deakial's, the big guy with the impressive horns". She slid the goblet over to him. (I've now decided to make Scaea more of an agent of the Inquisition on this forum rather than an Inquisitor herself) Xsari (talk) 11:20, September 3, 2014 (GMT)
"Ma please, i told you i can come on my own. you need not take me here or walk me from the corridor." a young, fmale elf, came in with her mother, embarrassed as the older woman grooms her daughter.
"oh da'len,your father and i just wanted to make sure you're safe. you've lived in the clan your whole life and i couldnt bear the thought of you, getting lost riding the wrong carriage, or getting harassed by shems. or, creators forbid, getting kidnapped by templars!" the older woman grooms the poor girl as the crowd watched silently at the small family moment.
" ma please, that's enough..."
"oh look at you, all grown up to be a proper and beautiful young lady. that moment when the keeper chose you to be her first, i've never been so proud." she gave her a kiss on the cheek, some of the crowd behind snickered.
"and these must be your new friends. Greetings seras. i am Marinellia's mother, of clan Lavellan. you children play nice now, yes? oh and da'len dont forget to take your medicine after sunset, the brown mushrooms, not the the purple weeds. you'll be taking that after dinner. your father will be here to take you home before dawn. and no alcohol, for the love of the creators. here's a flask of berry juice. and remember your allergies. no peanuts, cheese, tomatoes, rosemary, oranges..." she turns to the crowd and blatantly said " she gets nasty rashes and uncontrollable bowel even with just a piece, can you believe that?.."
"MAMAE!" the poor girl turns red as a newly born nug.
"oh da'len no need to be embarrassed. i'm sure you and your friends will get along nicely." the mother elf gave her daughter a hug one last time and bid her farewell that almost took forever. the girl turned her gaze at the peering crowd.
"...dont even start.." she says --Cookiecousland (talk) 12:43, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin just sighed "Your Late Marinellia as usually, no thanks to your mother I,m sure. You must relay learn to stand up to her at times, other wise she will be the one leading are clan and then you know will be in trouble if that happens."--Jdgjordan (talk) 13:41, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"ugh if it were only that easy.." Marinellia sat beside her childhood clan-mate. "and dont worry, she's too proud of me to even meddle in my affairs as the "future" keeper." she gulped the flask of berry juice. dissatisfied, she grabbed Deakial's mug "May i?" and drunk a mouthful. coughing a little, she drank more.--Cookiecousland (talk) 14:36, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Fair enough but a little back bone could not hurt is all I am saying." He see's Marinellia start drinking the mug cough and continue drinking. "Hey don't drink it all we don't want you getting to drunk and them getting the wrong idea of are clan" as he immediately grabs it from Marinellia and then starts drinking it him self.--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:50, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"OY, i was drinking that!" she tried to grab the mug back from Leitin, but the lad was too fast for her. she used a frost spell on his hand to the table and grabbed the drink. she finished it all up and returned the empty mug to Deakial. " and fyi Leitin, i know how to stand up for myself. Mamae just, well i just dont want to make her feel unimportant."--Cookiecousland (talk) 15:00, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Sure, what ever you say Marinellia." as he said while breaking the ice off his hand and then rubbing it with his other hand to warm it up.--Jdgjordan (talk) 15:26, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Deakial props his head up, having drunk a fair amount, he decides it is past time for him to slow his consumption. Lest he fall over and begin throwing fireballs. "Ahh, young Lass, don't worry, most of us were subject to that sort of coddling once upon a time. My father wouldn't let me go anywhere on my own after I set fire to an entire Antivan market as young man." The large horned giant heaped his plate with food. "Eventually, you will do something so spectacular that they feel it is time to let you fly." Deakial began tearing into his plate of food. Only stopping to eye the other newcomers to the hall, giving them a welcoming nod. ACdeakial (talk) 14:28, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Reminds me of the time i accidentally burned a group of shemlen campers near our clan.." everyone looked at the young elf mage. "what? it was an accident i swear. and they're all ok btw." --Cookiecousland (talk) 15:00, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Upon the arrival of Marinellia and her mother Lord Cousland was quite sure his spirits had been lifted. The entire exchange made him want to laugh. "Don't even start" said Marinellia. Lord Cousland wanted to say something, but decided to reframe. He instead raised an eyebrow; "Welcome Marinellia you still go everywhere with your mother I see" he said with a half suppressed laugh. He then placed his focus on the man eating all the food. "I see you're enjoying yourself just be mindfull to save some food for others." the man just looked at him with his face stuffed full; some meat fell out of his mouth causing on of the guest to go "eww". He than turned his attention to acknowleage Drakk. "Well met friend rest asuerd you have not missed anything. I am Lord Cousland Head Inquisitor and theese are the Inquisitor division heads and High ranking Inqusition agents." Drakk sat down and started getting some food. Scaea offerd him some of the Silverhorn brew and he excepted it gratefuly. Marinellia took a drink from Deakials goblet she gulped it and started coughing. Then her and Leitin got into a verbale exchange which resulted in Leitin taking the mug from her."Oy I was drinking that" that she said as she tried to take the mug back from him. She than continued to argue with Leitin. Lord Cousland wishing to clear any hosility between guest decided to step in. " Marinellia why don't you try some of my Fine Antiviain Wine it goes down easier, but is just as good." He slid the bottle and a goblet to her bidding her to drink. At this point Scaea who had wached all of this and not said anything relized she had not converserd with Lord Cousland in a while. "So tell me my Lord is there a Lady Cousland at all?" He looked at her hard for a second then anserd "Once her name was Clare she was a dark haierd Antivian beauty who loved life" he said smileling foundly at the memory. "What happend?" Scaea asked. His smile faded "She was killed by Templars in the war" he ansered. Scaea haden't relized that the late Lady Cousland was a Mage. "I'm sorry for your lose my Lord" she said. "Yea me too" he said. Scaea could see the pain in his eyes and decided to not bring the subject up again. Lord Cousland was caught up feelings of sorrow and regret thinking about what could have been, but no now was not the time to think about his pain; he needed to be strong for his guest who had all lost to much themselves. suddenly he relized that the servant he had sent away had not returned yet. This both puzzeld and botherd him. (Darion Cousland (talk) 15:30, September 3, 2014 (UTC))
Lord Cousland said: "Welcome Marinellia you still go everywhere with your mother I see" he said with a half suppressed laugh. "She likes,being around." she said, still red with what her mother had done. The lord offered her some wine . "uh, thank you." Marinellia took the goblet of fine antivan wine, and took a sip. "sweet blood of andraste.." she said as she felt the divines descending from the heavens while singing a glorious melody, her eyes wide as she tasted the heavenly beverage. "this is...i have never tasted wine before.." at the corner of her eye she sees leitin still struggling picking the ice off his hand. she melted the ice with a snap of her finger, the force causing him to land on his seat. --Cookiecousland (talk) 15:59, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Ooff" He said as he lands hard in his seat. He takes a deep breath and then calmly looks at Marinellia "But seriously take it easy on the alcohol I have a deep felling will be needing you in top forum very soon."--Jdgjordan (talk) 16:14, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea watched silently the exchange between Leitin and the newcomer Marinellia. "Hm yet another mage, that makes four now" she thought to herself. In truth she found herself a little jealous. Marinellia was a very beautiful woman and seemed to have quite a strong bond with Leitin. Despite the argument they were having it was clear they had a deeper caring for one another, in a family way. She hadn't had something like that for quite sometime, not after her father had died. Her mother was long dead after giving birth to her and her older brother had hated her because of it. He had thrown her out of the family home the moment of their father's last breath and she had been pretty much alone ever since, relying upon the skills her father had taught her for survival. Well alone other then the occasional lover or two that is. Her past was one of the main reason she put on such a sarcastic and jolly front, to try to make herself forget and not put a downer on others. Pushing back the bitter memory she realised she hadn't spoken to the host in some time. She asked him if there was a Lady Cousland and learned the terrible story of her death. In that moment she realised she wasn't the only one of the gathering to have suffered a great tragedy in her life. She found some comfort from the similarity but also sorrow for his loss. It made her respect the young lord even more, having gone through such anguish but still be as strong as he was. Seeing the pain in his eyes she decided she wouldn't bring the subject up again. Xsari (talk) 17:22, September 3, 2014 (GMT)
Once Deakial finished his food, he filled another plate and went over to the corner of the room and sat with Jericho, his Albino wyvern. The wyvern had piqued everyones curiosity, and at the sight of the friendly companionship between the two Lord Cousland asked for the whole story. "Deakial, you mentioned you found Jericho near Tallo's eye, that is in the Anderfels is it not? What brought a vashoth like yourself so close to the Imperium may I ask?"
"It is a long story, my lord. But the gist of it is that my tutor, an elven mage, desired to see Tallo's eye before he passed. As payment for his tutoring, my father obliged. And so, we set sail from Amaranthine, taking port in Antiva. For we did not want to risk travelling with precious cargo through turmoiled waters. That was when I set the market on fire, and my tutor, Dysus, had to reiterate to me the need for subtlety amongst the public. He had lived most of his life as a servant. His employer had no idea he was a mage, that was until Dysus saved the mans daughter from being raped. He showed his magic and risked everything. His employer rewarded this by protecting him, eventually buying him a small farmhouse, which was where I met him. Anyway, once we had reached Antiva, my father asked his second to take the Opheus round to the Anderfels, while we traversed the distance on foot. We ended up sneaking our way through Tevinter." Deakial took a large gulp from his horn of brew. "Despite our best efforts to remain undetected, just before we reached the border we were attacked by a young magister. Dysus ended up killing the boy. Which resulted in more Magisters chasing us and hunting us down before we reached our destination. My father, Arius, was killed, while Dysus was mortally wounded. That was the one and only time I resorted to blood magic. I opened up the ground beneath their feet, then I summoned a few demons, i made a bargain that they could take control and were free to roam the world. Alas, I was betrayed by one them, a fear demon called Eenra, decided it would much rather take possession of my father's corpse. I had to burn my fathers body, turning it to ash in the sand." A tear had begun to form in the corner of his eye. "Dysus, barely managed to make it to Tallo's eye, that is where he died. And where I buried him. I was so angry at myself, at the world, that I went on a rampage. I set fire to many farms, I even burned one of the Grey Wardens old Griffon Eyrie's. That was when I found Jericho's mother, when I hunted and killed her. Only to find this young outcast. He reminded me of myself, and whats more he did not attack me for what I did to his mother. I saw forgiveness, and I calmed myself. He has been with me ever since. A constant reminder that I must retain control." ACdeakial (talk) 16:29, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Marinellia caught a glimpse of the dwarf staring, who turned away when the elf looked back. she had seen a couple of her kind pass through their clan, some of them wore heavy clanky armour that looked unimaginably heavy. most of them were merchants looking for trade. she never spoke to any of them tho, maybe because they looked too unfriendly and intimidating for her. but this dwarf lady, there's something different about her. marinellia continued her conversation with deakial about casting techniques and secrets and mostly, about embarassing and funny moments they had experienced being a mage.
"it felt, weird the first time i shapeshifted. it's like a feeling of being lifed up, and having gas at the same time..." she said as she took a bite from an apple. "and i remember leitin was taking a bath and he ran 2 kilometers away while in his undergarments when he saw me in bear form. that look on his face was priceless!" both the qunari and the elf laughed, except for leitin, who was strongly objecting that it wasnt the case. --Cookiecousland (talk) 17:35, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
"Haha, that calls for another drink!" Deakial pondered over the amusing stories he could tell. Ones that did not involve any death or tragedy, he settled on one and began to tell it. "I do not know how to shapeshift, but I know how to magic-my-limbs. There was this time I was drunk in a bar. These two fereldan refugees began getting into a heated argument about this cave, which depicted a creature stomping on pigeons. Curious, I ended up moving into the corner, cast a quick glamour over my face, then created a portal to make it appear larger. This huge demonic face appeared in front of these two men, and I said: 'My son. You must return to the cave, my treasure awaits you.' Neither man knew you was the son, so they both ran out, eager to find the treasure. Little did they know, the cave was home to many bats, and at that time of night, they littered the floor with dung. They returned not long after, humiliated and stinking." ACdeakial (talk) 17:50, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Part 3[]
“I wish I was here for the party.” Velareion Stormcrow sat in the study of the Illustrious Lord Cousland waiting for a contact he never met before. Darion Cousland lord of Skyhold was a friend and ally To Vel's King Alistair Theirin of Ferelden. Vel Represented the King as First Blade of his Theirin Guard special forces that the King had created due to the fact every once in a while he actually had to be a king. Most of the time his King would take every opportunity to escape his duties and run off on his own adventures, but not being able to be everywhere at once this Order opened up a Number of possibilities to gather information, helping allies, protecting his lands and other tedious missions. Their code of arms was amazing though. It was the face of the Beast on the Theirin Shield but had Griffin wings on each Side with a sword running through it. The beast represented the fact that the Therin line has protected these lands for ages. The griffin wings were for Alistair’s days as a Warden and Vel was told that the Sword was a replica of King Marics sword, Vel wished he could have a sword like that with its pretty blue runes but he already had an amazing blade of his own... he named it Stormglass. Vel was a great warrior with many names to many he was Velareion Stormcrow First Blade of the Knights of Theirin Guard to his enemies he was the Blue Moon Wolf, and yet none of these were the name he was given to him at birth and it is not the time to tell that story.. As he was watching the events transpire below he drank some of his Lorian Red very sweet at first as it goes down it has a unique wooden berry taste and very dry he loved the way it made the roof of his mouth feel he dragged his tongue against it and it was like skipping a stone across water. “have I kept you waiting long?”. A Figure in a hood with an Antivian accent appeared before him “long enough” “my apologies” the figure said as he sat down pouring himself some of Vels bottle. He drank the entire glass with a satisfying smack of his lips “Lorian very hard to come by these days.” “ Its all in who you know” Vel replied “do you have it?” the shadow chuckled “it was not easy to come by this, many died before I give it to you might I ask... why do you need it?” “ Its personal..” Vel replied with a sigh “lets just say Its not a sanctioned mission.” the shadow lifted his head a bit revealing a giant grinning smile in the light produced by the fire “ of course its not... why would your King be so foolish enough to send his man intentionally to his death”. It was Vels turn to smile “ you must not know my King very well” “HAHAHA well said.” the shadowed man lost the smile as he produced a rolled up parchment “ I know it is not my place but if you go thru with this you and any who follow you will die you will cease to exist your family’s and friends will be hunted down and destroyed even in times as hard as these..” he stood up and placed it in front of Vel , and started to take his leave he opened the door stopped and turned to say “ you are not the only one who has gotten this information the only other copy was stolen few days back best of luck” with that teeth grin he smiled and left.. Vel drank some more of his wine staring at the parchment in front of him as he finished another glass he picked it up and unrolled it to reveal its contents. As he looked it over he continued to lick the roof of his mouth almost nervous as he stared at would be the death of him. Even though he drank his fare share the tingle of encouragement that it produced did not help his nerves pit pat two drops of red hit the paper curios as to what it was his glass was empty and did not just take a sip. Dabbing his finger in it he raised it to the light revealing it to be blood. at that moment he realized where it was coming from as he was tasting it at the same... Vel had been such on edge studying the piece that he had licked the roof of his mouth raw to the point of bleeding he took it as an omen “these will not be the last drops to drip” he rolled up the scroll and took one last look at the events transpiring below “enjoy it while you can” he went out the Secret passage Lord Cousland had showed him he was sure the Lord would forgive and understand him for not saying goodbye he came outside and let the cold air fill his lungs “Did you get it?” off to his left an Elven warrior walked up to him long time friend and compatriot Revas Locke “ yes Revas time is short we must go” “ lets get on with it then.” Revas said in his Dalish accent. They jumped on their horses “Valaire made the proper arrangements with Sonya and her ship and Dugan Dace should have the guard assembled .” the horses started to pick up the pace Vel looked of in the distance to see the sun Rise the adrenalin rushing through his veins took over what the Lorian had done to him that evening as he urged the horse into a running gallop Revas keeping close behind Vels mouth was raw he sucked up the last of the blood in his mouth mixed with saliva at that point he thought of the parchment and its contents …. a map in fact of old Tiventer origin a map of death... a map of despair... he spat out the contents of his mouth he said the name of the place he and his me were going to die for his own personal mission his men would follow with unquestionable loyalty as he said it it left an even worse taste in its place
“Aeonar..”
Star Metal Knight (talk) 23:23, September 3, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk nodded towards the host at the head of the table. "Thank you Milord. I think I shall liberate several of these delicious looking, crumbly cookies." After quickly munching down one of the tasty sweets he turned as the dwarf, Scaea, on his right as she slid him an aromatic horn of fluid. "Ooh, don't mind if I do my dear! I fancy myself rather a connoisseur of fine cultural drinks." Mindless of the strong odour, Drakk flung his head back with a large gulp of the drink. "Argh!" Then erupted into a fit of powerful coughs. "Andraste's flaming arse! Beg your pardon." He straightens himself and carefully try's another sip. "I can most assure you, that was never on the King's list of good drinks, but I do believe it should be!" After wiping his lips and take several more sips, he addressed Scaea again. "Indeed it does seem that there a great many Mages running to and fro these days. Though who could blame them? I myself had a rather unpleasant encounter with a Templar stationed at the Denerim Chantry. I tell you, his manners! And you do not want me to tell you what he was going to do with his sword!" SenjiBen (talk) 01:33, September 4, 2014 (UTC)
Just then, the mage Trevelyan sensed a deep stirring within him and quickly stood from his seat. He slammed his hands down on the table in front of him, sending a vibration rattling through the table and into the drinks of those not currently holding their mugs or chalices. The others looked over in shock as the mage stood poised with a look of concern on his face. "This feeling..." he uttered, as the others looked around to focus their awareness on their surroundings trying to find any hint of trouble. The room was silent, yet heavy with tension. Lord Cousland's concern was growing steadily to dread. Was this finally the moment he had been quietly preparing himself for? If so, then let it be. He would rather face it now than sit one moment longer nervously wondering about any of the hundreds of horrible forms it could possibly take. The mage continued, "I... Yes... I am... I... Am... I'm..." he trailed off. Those close enough to hear him speaking earlier suspected the mage might have finally remembered his name in this sudden moment of high alert. "I'm..." he said, somewhat less urgently than the last time. The party heard a soft rumbling sound.
The Trevelyan calmly sat down with his arms folded and remarked, "I'm hungry."
After a brief pause, the rest shouted in frustrated unison, "WWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTT!?!?! THAT WAS ALL!?!?!?!"
Various hand-to-head smacking could be heard accompanied by sighs that breathed both relief and annoyance followed by the clunk of an almost empty mug lightly grazing the Trevelyan's hooded head. "Hey No-Name!" Scaea shouted, "You trying to scare me to death or something?" Deakial shook his head, "HA! In any event, the man raises a good point. This is a dinner after all. We should eat to keep our strength up." Believe it! (talk) 06:35, September 4, 2014 (UTC)
"Ha it really is good stuff" Scaea chuckled at Drakk's reaction to tasting the Silverhorn brew. "As for the templar you should have used your magic to loosen his bowels, that would have both taught him a lesson and been hilarious! Plus no killing so no attention drawn to you by others".
She leaned back in her chair slightly, looking up at the balcony as she did. Just then she saw two men conversing. One was hooded with his face hidden in shadow and the other, by the looks of it, was a knight in impressive shiny armour. The hooded man handed the knight something but she couldn't quite see what it was.
At that moment Harold suddenly stood from his seat. The mage had a look of concern on his face saying "This feeling..." Scaea quickly put a hand to one of her daggers sliding it out of the sheath slightly. The room went silent, everyone poised to defend themselves. Then a soft rumbling sound came from Harold's stomach. He calmly sat down with his arms folded and remarked, "I'm hungry." After a brief pause everyone shouted in frustration "WWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAATTTTTT!?!?! THAT WAS ALL!?!?!?!" Scaea then threw her almost empty pint of Silverhorn at him, lightly grazing the Trevelyan's hooded head and cursing at him as she did so. Forgetting now what she had seen on the balcony she resumed eating the nug steak on her plate. Xsari (talk) 15:45, September 4, 2014 (GMT)
Marinellia choked on her wine and held out a huge snorting laugh at daekial's story. "OH creators, that was pure GENIUS! why havent i thought of that?" she said catching her breath. " i should really try that out.." "not while i'm around." leitin glared at his friend. "oh lei-lei, have i ever put you on harm?" "more than i can count on asha bellenar's slimy scales, and didnt i tell you to stop drinking? your mamae is going to feed me to the varterral if you get yourself drunk on my watch. " he tried taking the goblet from her hands as the young lass giggled and was about to ready another ice spell, when:
"I... Yes... I am... I... Am... I'm..." there was sudden silence, and was short lived by what had followed next. "i'm hungry."
"WHAAAAAAAT!!?!?" "what was that about?" she said, leitin quickly grabbed the goblet in her state of confusion and took a little sip before putting it away from her. --Cookiecousland (talk) 15:20, September 4, 2014 (UTC)
After the outburst from "Harold" Lord Cousland was certain that he was not the only one beginning to feel tention in the air. This both relived and desterbed him. As Lord Cousland looked around the room at all the young guest gatherd around him he relized for the first time that he was not the only one feeling the strain of having his particular job. All of the Inquisitors and Agents alike could all feel the wieght of all that was going on in the world. Although himself still a young man no older than the age twentie five; he still felt much older like he had lived a thousand lifetimes. Looking around however it was now aparent that he wasen't the only one. They all hid it well, but it was there; tucked away in the corner of the eye was the great weriness and pain that would otherwise be left un said; a warrior could always reconize it in others regardless of how much they wanted to hide it. Everyone in the room had great pain he was certan of that. When the Breach happend changeing the world forever, and taking the life they all knew away from them forever; it had been a vary hard thing to swallow. He was happy that Clare wasen't alive to see it. The Breach also sparked the Inqusition the only real becon of hope that remained for the world. It was more important than the Templars, more important than the Seekers, and possibly more important than even the Grey Wardens it was the only thing that stood between the world and total annialation. That's why he had planed this party to give everyone who despertly needed it some much needed repreave in a world that had gone to crap. The servant that he had sent out erliar finealy returned and whisperd something in his ear. His friend Vel who was a represenitive of King Alistiar was no longer present in his study any longer. When Lord Cousland had invited Vel to the party he had promptly rejected the offer. He could tell Vel wanted to go he was just troubled by something that he refused to talk about. He and Vel had knowen eachother for years; they had fought many battles together and were both one of the few survivers of Ostagar in the early days of their careers. After the end of the Fith Blieght Vel went on to become a great aset to the King, and Cousland well he became a Lord. Lord Cousland silently wished his friend well on whatever it was he was seeking."Good luck old friend I hope you find what you are seeking." he whisperd silently to himself. He turned his attention back to the party.He taped his goblet so everyone could hear him. After everyone was looking at him he said "I think that after all this conversation it's time you all ask your host some questons. I'm sorry if I have seemed to withdrawn it has been a hard couple of weeks for me. After all I don't want to seem like a rude host. Ask me whaever you wish." He prepared to answer questons and spend time with friends. (Darion Cousland (talk) 15:09, September 4, 2014 (UTC))
Drakk was swinging back another gulp of the Silverhorn brew when his attention was caught by the commotion of 'Harold'. When the man finally deflated the tension with the statement: "I'm hungry." Drakk spluttered, laughed and joined with the collective "What?!" After shaking his head, he turned to reply to Scaea; "Indeed I did show him a thing or two. Though I'm more scholar than fighter by nature, my understanding of the primal school of magic is rather profound. With but a wave of my hand, I reduced his sword to nothing but a piece of limp iron. He was the most subdued Templar I've ever seen after that." Drakk chuckled away, though something was niggling at the back of his mind. He glanced a the rather passive Wyvern and thought that it's eyes were darting around faster than before, as though a hunt was not far off. But he put the concern from his mind and once again turned to the roguish dwarf. "My dear, I've noticed despite the increasing amount of ales you're inhaling, you cheer seems to be decreasing. That isn't the right way of things at all. What is bothering you?" SenjiBen (talk) 23:56, September 4, 2014 (UTC)
As Leitin put the wine away he then looks strait at Marinellia with a serious look in his eyes. "You really must learn to take things more seriously Marinellia as future Keeper it will be your job to guide are hole clan down the the right path and hopefully not over a cliff. You cant keep being mommy little girl forever for If the day ever comes where I am not there to protect you could end up........(closes eyes and takes a deep breath) just try to have a bit more self control form now on please." He then takes the goblet of wine he took and hands it to Marinellia. "Now then lets enjoy the rest of the party shall we I recommend the raspberry wine over there it's quit good if I do say so my self." He smiles and continues eating whats on his plate.--Jdgjordan (talk) 02:00, September 5, 2014 (UTC)
After devouring several plates of food the short man notices he's being questioned. "Oh, greetings to you madam. I am Jestfor Delaughs. A pleasure to meet you." He elaborately bows. "Forgive me for ignoring you, I've not eaten for many days, there is a great deal of trouble along the roads. I was attacked by no less than 3 groups of bandits, the first stole my horse, the second stole my food, and the third bandit group was comprised entirely of women- I dare not mention how the last one turned out." Friendlysociopath (talk) 03:26, September 5, 2014 (UTC)
"Oh I'm fine, don't you worry yourself about me handsome" Scaea says in reply to Drakk. "Just a little rattled from 'Haraold's' outburst, though I now know it was intended as humour". She smiles, trying to hide her real concern. There was a tense feeling in the air and the reminder of her cruel brother was still at the back of her mind. Tordrik, his name still made her skin crawl.
Trying get the dread out of her mind she turns to the man Jestfor, who after a long while of eating finally started speaking. "And you managed to survive all that? Impressive. Tell me, are you by any chance a mage? Or just quick with a blade?" Xsari (talk) 11:05, September 5, 2014 (GMT)
Drakk's cheeks turned a rosy pink, though it could've been the alcohol. He waved away Scaea's compliment then nodded and chose to respectfully not pry further. He then heard the host address the group. "Well Milord Cousland, the only thing I would ask you is; do you have any bards in your service? And if so, please bring them out. We need some lively tales or music in here." Lord Cousland nodded at this and made a motion to one of the servants. She quickly scurried off into a near servants hall. Moments later a young man and woman returned. The man began whistling slowly on a flute while the woman tapped rhythmically on a drum. Then the young woman began to sing, she sung a low, seemingly mournful dirge, telling a tale of the sacrifices from the Fifth Blight.But it became more up-building as stretched on. Soon it became a bold and bright epic of those that survived the Darkspawn and went on to victory... SenjiBen (talk) 10:27, September 5, 2014 (UTC)
The Bards music made Lord Cousland feel better. The tune was delightful and the story made him feel great; unfortuneatly part of it still made him sad. As a warrior he had seen much wither and die whether it was the life of a man or any other thing. " Where did you get these wonderful bards from my Lord? They are absolutely divine." Drakk asked. "Their names are Belethor and Constance. They are brother and sister I found them living in the street when I was on a diplomatic mission in Teventer. I decided to give them a home, and pay them well for their services." Lord Cousland said. Lord Cousland was glad that everyone enjoyed the party. "I see you prefer the raspberry wine over there Leitin well help yourself. I don't like as much as the Antivian wine I have and certainly not as much as this absalutly amazing Silverhorn brew, but it is still a fine wine none the less. It was a gift from Empress Celene when I was invited to visit her winter palace last year." Said Lord Cousland. He then turned to Jestfor. "Well you finaly introduce yourself. Welcome to the party it's nice to meet you. Don't worry if you are hungry their is so much food here I could probably feed a thousand Darkspawn Ogers." They all laughed. "Thank you my Lord for your generosity my Lord. The food is great the bards play lovely music, but I was wondering what do you have to drink?" Jestfor said. "Well their are sevrel options. We have Silverhorn Brew, Rasberry Wine, my Antivian Wine, and last but not least Marrygold Mead wich was actuly a gift from the Divine after being invited to dine with her upon my saving the chantry from a Vinatory attack. Now that you know what we have take your pick." (Darion Cousland (talk) 13:17, September 5, 2014 (UTC))
"So the rumours of the Divine's death aren't true then?" Scaea asked Lord Cousland. "I heard differently from a merchant caravan on my way to Skyhold, they claimed she had been killed in the initial breach. But then merchants will believe anything, like the small bit of red rock I sold them that I stole from Varric. I said it was a ruby and the fools didn't even bother to check it's authenticity. Got a lot of gold for the thing, doubt it was worth more than a half eaten nug. I have no idea why Varric fondled it so much. As for the bards they are indeed very delightful and sing and play very well, the young lady with red hair in particular. May I try some of your Marrygold mead myself my lord?" Xsari (talk) 14:42, September 5, 2014 (GMT)
Enjoying the sight of a friendly face, even if it was a Dwarf, Jestfor replied, "In all honestly I am good at using my wits and running like hell. I've learned a trick or two about using blades but for the most part I lived by cunning and running faster than the bandits could. I have plans to go along that route again, now that I know their numbers and leaders it shouldn't be too difficult to pick off the leader and disband the pests." He grins as he drinks wine from a a goblet. "Except for the female group, staying well clear of them." He grimaces at the thought and sets the goblet down. "So Scaea, I hear you've spent a lot of time with Varric? How is he? I confess I hardly spent time with him after he kept insulting my hair." Friendlysociopath (talk) 14:50, September 5, 2014 (UTC)
"Yes Scaea help yourself to anything you like I'm sure you will find the mead to be a wonderful treat. The Divine was said to be dead because it was a delibertly devised rumor that was formulated to pretect her from Would be Venitory assians." Lord cousland said excited that his guest were injoying themselves.(Darion Cousland (talk) 15:28, September 5, 2014 (UTC))
"Varric's a tease that's what. Walking around with that swagger and gorgeous chest hair, telling stories with that deep melody of a voice. Makes a girl's heart melt. Only to then whine about some long lost lover of his, Brianda or something like that. Even named his crossbow after her and talks to it as though it was her, I mean how creepy is that? He also used to just stare at that small red rock sometimes, the one I mentioned before, stroking it and talking about hearing some wierd song. All my advances failed miserably, so I had enough. I took one of my daggers and stabbed the book he was reading on his lap in frustration, narrowly missing his groin. I pick pocketed the rock and left. Knew about the party here so I came over. Should have taken the crossbow, it's an impressive weapon despite the stupid name". Scaea then noticed everyone staring at her. Without realising she had stabbed the table with one of her daggers while talking about stabbing Varric's book. "Whoops" she smiled awkwardly as she retrieved her dagger. "Sorry, I get a bit pissed when talking about Varric." She took a sip of the Marrygold mead. "Mmmmm" she said. "It's good, thanks my Lord."
Turning now to the pretty young elf she asks "So Marinellia you got any fellas you, say, want to ride the Halla with?" Xsari (talk) 22:30, September 5, 2014 (GMT)
"hey you put ma out of this leitin" marinellia said "i can perfectly handle the clan myself when that time comes. and nobody asked you to tail me around." she knows the lad means well but maker he can be a real killjoy. after that leitin offered her a drink. she grumpily looked at him as she took a sip. the young lad smiled and went on his business.
"So Marinellia you got any fellas you, say, want to ride the Halla with?"
she choked on a salad leaf when she heard the dwarf's question. she's familiar with that term mostly used when the other elves in her clan would want a midnight rendezvous on the riverside. in fact she had received a couple of invitations from handsome young elves, all of w/c were the clan's greatest hunters. her parents even recomended some as suitors, but none of them peaked her interest. everyone was staring at her, waiting for an answer. "..no.." Marinellia said quietly. "..i have not thought of wanting to ride the halla with someone..." she said, red as a tomato.--Cookiecousland (talk) 10:11, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
"Awwww sweetie don't tell me you're a virgin?" Scaea said in shock, not in a mocking way but with kind concern. "How could a pretty young thing like you not have someone? We need to get you laid sometime Flowers, I know a great place with very dashing gentlemen who will give you the time of your life. Or pretty young ladies if your into that sort of thing. They have human's, elves, dwarves and even a Qunari named Rishara. Now she's a treat, though perhaps a bit much for a beginner. Reckon Horns would like her though" she sends a wink Deakial's way. Xsari (talk) 12:10, September 6, 2014 (GMT)
"i...thank you?" she said, trying to resist any unnecessary visuals with this Rishara lady in her head. "i'm just,too busy focusing right now on my responsibilities as the keeper's first..." w/c was a lie because she hated being the first, but wouldnt dare speak against it in fear of becoming a disappointment to her family and to the clan. before things get awkward, she eagerly raised her hand to get the lord's attention. " Lord Cousland, if i may ask you something..." she said. " i would like your thoughts about the dalish... what does your people think of us? "--Cookiecousland (talk) 12:19, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
Deakial had been too busy searching through his memories, trying to find the important thing he had forgotten. Something about Qamek. Suddenly he heard Scaea mention a Qunari woman. "...even a Qunari named Rishara. Now she's a treat, though perhaps a bit much for a beginner. Reckon Horns would like her though" Scaea sent a wink his way. He sat there for a few minutes just thinking. Then he said "Scaea, where is this place you speak of? I feel I might need to pay Rishara a visit soon. It has been some time since I have been with my own kind. Though I won't lie, I enjoy rocking the boat with anyone." ACdeakial (talk) 13:34, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
"The Blushing Chevalier in Val Royeaux, it's quite expensive and Rishara is most popular. Just say to her Asit tal-eb and that will let her know you're a friend of mine. She'll give you the deluxe experience for the regular price. Also if anyone prefers men I can recommend Julian de Grand, an elf who paints tattoo's on his face and body like he's Dalish. And I mean everywhere on his body. He's impressive in all the right places if you get what I mean." Xsari (talk) 16:05, September 6, 2014 (GMT)
Part 4[]
While everyone was busy chatting/eating/drinking, a tall figure, fully donned in armor with a giant greatsword on its back, walked inside the room. You could tell by the smear of fresh blood that it has been on a fight recently. It clanked and glistened, inspite of the stains that was sluggishly wiped clean. All eyes are set on it, not sure if its a friend or a foe. Lord Cousland was about to ask the figure when it removed its helmet. A qunari woman, with hair so long it reached her hips and white as the winter's snow. Her face, stern but has a gentle touch. She has a very visible scar on the left portion of her lip, reaching to the middle of her nose bridge. her eyes, bright blue and serious, with a look that will make you freeze. and horns, ooh those perfectly shaped horns..
"Are the people in this hall deaf, and has not heard the commotion just outside?" her deep voice boomed at the whole room that everyone almost jumped at their seats. "Have you not known that there was a pack of demons and blood mages penetrating your walls?" she continued. "You go on with your merry making and not even realized that you have been under attack all along. It was fortunate that i came before anyone was about to get killed. This kind of foolishness should not not be tolerated." She turned her stare to Lord Cousland. "But since I was given the privilege to be a part of this gathering, I, at least should be thankful, but if something like this happens again, I will take action..." she held a glare that will make you soil your pants.
"If i may, allow me to introduce myself. I am Hela Vis, once a devout follower of the qun, now a commander of the tal vashoth." she said and made a slight bow. (OOC: Hela has an agressive/direct and sometimes diplomatic personality. this is my first time participating so i apologise if i'm not doing this right XD also, i didnt use the inquisition's qunari name since someone else used it already, if that's ok.)--Lemonaiding (talk) 15:22, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
"I thought I heard something outside. That and Jericho smelt a bit demon-y. Anyway, welcome Hela. It is a pleasure to not be the only horny giant at the party." Deakial sends a wink in Hela's direction. "I have one piece of advice for you, since you're covered in blood, steer clear of Jericho. Otherwise he may pounce on you and have a good ol' lick." ACdeakial (talk) 15:47, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
"Do you mock me, qunari?" she said while giving Deakial the crazy eye. "Or shall i just point my blade on your neck and see who among us needs advising." She would draw her blade and do what she intended to, but remembering her place and out of respect for the host, she hesitated and took a deep breath. She noticed Jericho licking her bloody boot, the creature looked up to her but after she gave him a long frightening glare, he slowly whimpered away behind his master's seat. She took a seat, as far away from Deakial as possible, to avoid the temptation of strangling the fool. --Lemonaiding (talk) 16:08, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
"Great just what this party needed, an angry lady with a huge sword covered in blood" said Scaea. "Just a friendly warning Hela, threaten my friend again and you'll have a dagger lodged in that striking face. Got it?"
Hela's eyes narrowed "You're welcome to try dwarf, but know it would be the last thing you do." Xsari (talk) 18:48, September 6, 2014 (GMT)
Drakk scratched his chin thoughtfully while smiling at the sudden spring in conversation. He couldn't stop himself smirking at the talk between the dwarf and elf, then a large armoured figure came in and introduced herself. A fearsome creature to behold, he could feel the aggressive emotions almost steaming off her. He shuffled uncomfortably as she walked by. Then something nagged at his mind. "My friend, 'Harold' was it? Is it just your name you don't remember? Do you remember joining the Inquisition, or did that happen after your accident?" SenjiBen (talk) 21:04, September 6, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia still eagerly waves her hand, she even stood up and jumped but lord cousland was spaced out. "what's up with him?" not long a huge walking metal figure came in, covered in blood, she removed her metal headgear and revealed herself. marinellia kept quiet the whole time when the qunari introduced herself. what a bitch, she thought, but she wouldnt dare speak up and mess with her, or she'd end up having the creature's blade in her throat....ON her throat...on her neck i mean, damn it scaea, she mumbles.--Cookiecousland (talk) 04:45, September 7, 2014 (UTC)
Trevelyan turned to Drakk and replied, "I joined the Inquisition after the power came to me. In those moments that I... gained the power, my memory seemed to flood out of me. All I could think about was controlling the power before it destroyed me. I was worried at first because I thought I had lost my identity forever, but soon I realized my memories were still there, just not at the ready. I didn't remember my surname either, nor my parents. Just faces and... fog.
It wasn't until someone happened to recognize my family crest on my robe that they spoke the name and I knew at once he was correct." Drakk asked, "You're sure about that name? What if his just saying the name made you believe that it was so?" The mage nodded at the fair point and said, "Because there were other things said to me that did not invoke the same result. It was as if each true statement filled in a blank portion of a large canvas, revealing a grand and complex masterpiece. Untruths seemed to just, fall away from me without concern. One woman said I was responsible for the Breach in the sky. I somehow knew it wasn't true. Upon speaking further with her she admitted that it was just an accusation, a desperate attempt to explain the unknown. Another person asked me about the delegation that had been in attendance with me, it was then I remembered the other mages I was with to broker a peace agreement with the Chantry.
Eventually, I was appointed to head the Inquisition, and since then people have been calling me 'Harold', or 'The Harold', but I know that isn't my name." Drakk was assessing the mage's plight, then suggested, "Perhaps you can track down members of your family. Surely... they could tell you who you are." Trevelyan shook his head, "No, it's definitely not Shirley." Drakk sighed and gave a slight look of frustration while the magister continued. "But that is good advice. According to the Inquisition's agents, my family is devoted in their worship of the Maker and service to the Chantry. At least some of them were at the temple when it exploded. I don't know if my parents were among them." Drakk wished him well, and the mage thanked him. Believe it! (talk) 16:47, September 7, 2014 (UTC)
Lord Cousland was just about to answer Marninellias queston when the Qunari woman burst throught the doors. She was furios and ranted at Lord Cousland. He could understand her concern, but he already knew about the attempted invasion it happend every day. He had defences set up to protect them all. His forces had the situation under control her interferance was not needed. He had cheaked the defences himself this veary morning they were more than sufficent. The last thing he needed with everything ealse that was on his mind was for some mercennary know it all to come and correct him on how he should run his Keep. Was he not one of the Inquisitors? Had he not been doing this job well for years now? Regardless he figuerd that as a jester of good faith a doubleing of the guard may not be a bad idea. He gestered to his gaurd captain and gave them some orders. The Captain left with a bow and a "Yes my Lord." Getting back to the elf girls queston he said "I think that the overall view for the Dalish people vary in the socity. I on the other hand think that the Dalish are a wonderfull people and need to be treated better. They are needed much by the rest of the world regardless of if the want to agknowlage it or not." After this he sat back and basked in the excitment of waching his guest have a good time. He noticed for the first time how pretty the dwarf Scaea really was. (Darion Cousland (talk) 13:11, September 8, 2014 (UTC))
Leitin raised and eyebrow when Hela came and then sat down but then turned his attention to Scaea "Threats, relay miss Scaea? no disrespect but my motto is actions speak louder then words if you want to to show her up then i suggest going out and killing as many demons as she did other wise your just looking foolish by getting upset by what a Qunari said, trust me you don't live long if that's the case. as for you Marinellia I think finding a suitor would be good for you, some one you can slow your life down with and thinks thing out but then again you being so picky, loud and obnoxious most men would lose there hair after pulling it out in frustration for so long and then ride on a Halla to the nearest Alienage just to hide form you, so perhaps not."--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:44, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"good...i like to keep it that way." marinellia said to leitin." i wouldnt have time for it anyway, with the inquisition and what not." she listened attentively to lord cousland, admiring his honesty and understanding of the dalish. he's probably one of the few humans who understand her people. suddenly the lord turned his gaze on scaea, as if his eyes are frozen to her. the elf thought for a second and held a mischievous grin. "i think we should do something fun. who wants to play spin the bottle?!" she emptied the quarter filled raspberry wine and set it on the table.--Cookiecousland (talk) 16:23, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
HEY! You could of used another already empty bottle you know." He looks down at the bottle with a sad face. "What a wast of perfectly good wine."--Jdgjordan (talk) 16:38, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
Having been offended by Hela's aggression towards him, Deakial was planning a prank of sorts. But when Scaea defended him, he felt rather emasculated. "I'm a mage, and a Qunari. I can defend my own honour!" He thought to himself. He decided against the prank, fearing it would cause more hassle than it would be worth, and may well offend his host, Lord Cousland. Instead, he chose another path. He decided to fill his pipe and headed towards the balcony with his horn of mead. It had gotten dark, but his eyes were more than used to it. Below he could see the incursion on the keeps walls. "SAY HELLO TO MY FRIENDLY LIGHTNING BOLT!" With that Deakial slammed his arm down in the direction of the conflict sending a huge Tempest of bolts below. For a moment all that could be heard was the clapping of thunder and the screams of pain. With that, Deakial wandered back inside and shot Hela a glare that seemed to say "Yeah, I'm Saarebas. What are you gonna do about it?". As he came back inside he witnessed the elf girl, Marinellia, emptying a bottle of wine, asking "Who wants to play spin the bottle"
"Ah, Lass, since you've poured away perfectly good refreshment, I think we all should. It would be a waste otherwise." Deakial fills his horn with mead again and continues drinking. ACdeakial (talk) 16:46, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"Impressive." Hela turned her blue cold eyes at the eager qunari. "I bet you have been waiting to do that. Did you practice?" she mockingly said. she took a sip of wine from her cup as she pays no heed to the rabble around her. she observes them, every now and then, a curious crowd, she thought. never has she been involved in such gatherings, let alone be surrounded by seemingly prominent people that will one day save the whole of thedas from the upcoming breach. she respects them, in a way, although she was expecting something more, organized and threatening.--Lemonaiding (talk) 17:15, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"Yes", the Trevelyan mage remarked to Leitin and Deakial, "I think that's what they call 'alcohol abuse'".
The mage then turned to Lord Cousland. "I have two questions for the host. Some see this cataclysm as the end of the world as we know it, but others see it as a chance to begin anew, in a new world that we will all get to shape or otherwise adapt to and learn to live with. Some say this is a chance for true freedom. What do you think of this?" The Cousland thought deeply about the prospect, and the magister asked, "Also, can I get something to eat... please?" Believe it! (talk) 17:02, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
The last sentence was just finished as an eagle silently landed in front of the table. It must have entered the big hall through one of the open windows in the upper section. For one short moment it just sat there, observing everything with sharp intelligent eyes. As it realised that the big white wyvern was looking at it with hungry eyes, the eagle grew larger in an abstruse way, only to transmute into a tall dalish elf.
He had long dark hair, which was bond together as a ponytail. It enabled him to show his vallaslin, which he wore proud. The elf was dressed in a white ironbark-battle-robe. Several of the best blacksmiths of his clan had worked about three years to complete this unique masterpiece. An elegant longsword was straped to his back.
He made proper bow: "Andaran atish'an, Lord Cousland. My name is Clièl Varosh Pendin Arlithor" He stood up straight, looking at the generous host with a friendly smile on his lips: "But Clièl is more then enough" The elf walked around the table, stopping near Lord Cousland: "I beg your pardon for beeing late, but I was reading an incredible scripture. Studies and experiences with the Eluvians written by Lady Briala of Orlais. You may have heard of her. Anyway, as a token of good will and friendship I made you a transcription. It is a quite delicate and on the same side inspiring lecture" Clièl pulled out some papers, which were ordinary tied together by a wooden ring, that contained dalish carvings all over it. "I hope you do not mind if I help myself?" He sat down at the table, poured in some of the Antivan wine into a svelte glass.
Clièl smiled again as he looked around: "I heard your comment on our people. And I am pleased with what you said. This assembly proves some of my fellow clanmembers wrong. Not all humans are the same" He raised his glass: "To better times" taking a luxurios dram. After that he looked over to Marinellia: "I think might have interrupted you on something da´len"
(OOC: Clièl is a friendly/diplomatic personality with a liability to irony and sarcasm. I followed Lemonaidings example and changed the last name, since the original is already in use. This is also my first time participating soooo,... yeah^^) --Lethelin (talk) 16:56, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"there's like, 4 dozens of these, and probably a lot more in the cellar." she said. " sooo...here it goes.." marinellia excitedly took the first spin when an eagle landed in front of the table, and turned into a tall dashing elf with hair oh so fabulous and eyes that'll make any girl swoon. "by the creators..." marinellia said "...i thought we ran out of Antivan wine! can you pour me a cup?" she said to the newcomer. --Cookiecousland (talk) 17:24, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea choked on her mead as she heard Leitin's words against her. She couldn't believe it, she was both shocked and appalled at this sudden random response to her simply defending a friend. Then she laughed, laughed at how very foolish he was being. "Well, well and here I was starting to like you Tats" she said once her mocking laughter had subsided. "I have no doubt Horns is very capable of defending himself, he could set ablaze Hela's face far quicker then I could stab it. As his friend however, something you clearly have no concept of, I wished only to show him I had his back should Hela have made her own empty threat a reality. Trust me, mine wasn't so." A dark smerk shadowed acrossed her pretty face. "Oh don't worry, I'll show you what I'm capable off..." She stood with her daggers drawn making Leitin flinch. "Ha don't piss yourself Tats, you're really not worth my time!" she turned and walked out of the hall into the darkness beyond, the taste for demon slaying on her tongue.
As she left an eagle silently landed in front of the table who then shapeshifted into the newcomer Clièl. (OOC: Nothing against Jdgjordan, know your just being in character) Xsari (talk) 17:30, September 8, 2014 (GMT)
Deakial watched in shock as Scaea left, saddened to see his friend go. He wouldn't have tried to stop her or go with her however, as he knew she wished to prove Leitin wrong on her own. Trying to push back his annoyance at the Dalish hunter he decided to reply to Hela's jest. "I forgot how obtuse Tal-Vashoth were. What an absolute shocker." He had only worked with Tal-vashoth once. And even then it had not been for long. He much preferred the open waters, and his crew, his loyal crew who would die for him. There he could truly practice his magic and hone his skills. As he had shown earlier. Magic. It came easily to him.
He noticed the woman's blue eyes, and in reply he showed his own. Sky blue eyes, with a thick black limbic ring, they were both entrancing and frightening at the same time. Many had called him the giant ladykiller, purely because when he looked into a woman's eyes they tended to fall for him. Not all, but most. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on Josephine, they shared a deep and longing gaze with each other, and well, after that she was his. But he was still his own.
"Tell me Steel, how many Saarebas have you encountered. And are you always so blunt with them?" Deakial asked. It had been a long time since he had bashed horns with his own kind, being Saarebas, many of his own kind were scared to go near him, or even talk to him. On the battlefield with the mercenarie's of the Valo-Kas company, he had simply set fire to the opposing forces. Too many were afraid to bark a command at him. One had taken to pointing at enemies he wanted burned, but others left him to play. ACdeakial (talk) 17:46, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk continued to watch the increasing chaos around him, their host proposing a game, Marinellia emptying a bottle of wine, the argument between Leitin and Scaea resulting in the roguish dwarf leaving and the banter of the two Qunari, one of whom stepped out onto the balcony followed by a huge thunderclap that made Drakk's hair tingle and stand on end. Then, most amazingly, an eagle landed among them before magically twisting into an interesting Dalish specimen. "How curious." He muttered to himself. A master of shapeshifting? Rare. However he decided to turn his attention to the Qunari Mage first. "That was an impressive display Grey Skin, I myself have devoted my time to mastering the Elemental school, but I don't think even I could've produced a bolt of power that large. The Qunari must have more skill with magic that I thought. Or is it just your specialty?" SenjiBen (talk) 22:08, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
Clièl casted a slight calm smile over the edge of his glas. He took a second glass, poured in some of the Antivan whine, which he supposed was produced in Rialto Bay judging by the taste. In a cave far away from public eye. Expensive. But also extremly tasty. Lord Cousland had neither spared cost nor effort. The elf grabbed the second glas for Marinellia with a field of force magic, slowly flying it over: "There you go my dear" Secretly he was pretty happy, that he didn´t crush the glas, with this little trick, he just recently learned near the city of chains. Large pushes and waves were much easier. They just needed less intuition. Kirkwall had become a sad place over all these years, he thought to himself. Clièl gave the young and pretty dalish girl a wink.
"Youre the first of clan Lavellan, ain´t you? Here together with one of the great Lavellan hunters. I heard youre clan was more traditional compared to my own. The bigger part of my clan consists out of merchants, traveling and trading all across Thedas. Lately at the Dales. I was wondering what you two might think about our traditions? Many dalish badmouth the Arlithor for what we do. Don´t worry, there is nothing that didn´t already came to my ears. If one could die from insults, I would have dropped dead years ago" He took another sip from his glas, patiently waiting for an answer. --Lethelin (talk) 22:35, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"Why thank you Drakk. I will say that I am a somewhat unique specimen when it comes to magic. Most Saarebas are never properly trained to control what magic they have. They are bound and chained to the will of the Qun. Myself, my talent comes from years of training. Lightning. Fire. Frost. I trained for years to master these elements." Deakial flexed his fingers, creating sparks as he did. "When you spend enough time listening to the storms tearing apart the silence, you gain a better understanding of lightning. My personal favourite, and the reason why I love being out at sea. Fire I mastered as a teenager, from my elven tutor. He had spent his life in the employment of an archaeologist, who was fascinated by elven ruins. Much of what he had learnt of magic, he learned amongst the decaying rubble of the ancients."
Deakial took a large gulp of his mead and continued. "Frost I have only recently mastered, spending a lot of my time in the Frostbacks allowed me to attune to the nature of cold." Deakial looked around the room, realizing that the mages were quite curious to hear about Qunari magic.
"While I may be an elementalist at heart, it is purely for its offensive capabilities. I am capable with other magics, force magic is one in particular. But conjuring up a bolt like that is relatively easy for me, the power comes from my attunement to the elements, as well as my unique connection to the fade. Having a spirit of resilience watching over you has its benefits, but also drawbacks. Especially with the devout followers of the Qun." ACdeakial (talk) 22:42, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
"Indeed." Replied Drakk, "I had heard that the Qunari feared their Mages more than men, I must admit, I almost didn't believe it. And that method for learning the elements is most fascinating, sadly in my earlier years I was not allowed from the Circle Tower and wasn't able to learn from the world first hand. Although we were allowed out to a courtyard at one point where I could practice my frost and lightning on the lake's water, but after too many escape attempts by some Mage called Abers or Avers or something they stopped all that." Drakk took a final gulp of Silverhorn brew. "Indeed your people or your line in particular seem to be skilled in a number of areas. This brew is a fantastic sensation, and I believe you said is was a family recipe? You really must attend a few of the arcane advisor meetings I go to, you and your drink would make it much more lively." (Out of character: like a few, I've decided Drakk is more an advisor or agent to the Inquisition or my image of my multiplayer character rather than the Inquisitor.) SenjiBen (talk) 23:44, September 8, 2014 (UTC)
Part 5[]
Leitin smiled as the dwarf walked off. "As excepted she is living up to her name." He then turned his gaze toward Clièl "As for your question Clièl I have no opinion we are all Dalish as such we all strive for the same goal, to find are future, true we may go about in different ways, some more intense then others but the reason is still the same, for the love of are people. Now with that said I do fear we hold to close to or past for if we try to hard to reenact it we will end up with the same results, your clan at least try to see ahead of where it's going."--Jdgjordan (talk) 01:03, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia saw the exchange between leitin and scaea. she tried to stop both of them before they do something they'll regret "please, scaea calm down..." she looked at her then stormed off. she wanted to follow her, make sure she's ok. she turned to leitin " what were you doing! she could've cut you down you idiot, you didnt even bother to defend yourself." she said, worried for her friend. a few moments later, a floating cup went into her direction, her mind cleared off, she said to cliel " that's a pretty handy trick," finishing the cup and returning it to the elf with some force magic as well, waiting for another round. "i didnt know you knew some magic. you dont look like a mage." she blushed when the elf winked at her, she clears her throat "yes, i am, it's a whole lot of work being the first...oh and , leitin is sorta my best friend, we grew up in the clan together " she took a sip of her third cup, cliel ask about their views on the people of arlithor "i am aware of some of your clan's...notoriety, is it true that they openly practice, bloodmagic?" she ask him."the keeper told me it's a wicked and dangerous thing to even dabble in it." she suddenly remembers that they were about to play a game, looking at the empty bottle laying on the table, she looked to see that the nozzle was pointed at the grumpy qunari lady. --Cookiecousland (talk) 03:57, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
"My bloodline, has never had a mage born to it before. That was why my father turned away from the Qun. He was a respected member of Ben-Hassrath, which is why when he openly turned against it for fear of me becoming imprisoned, as well as his brother being murdered for speaking out against the Arishok, many others joined him. I am told it wasn't a good day. I don't know how he knew I was a mage at birth, but he knew I was. Magic appears to be in the blood of more these days."
Deakial filled his horn with more mead. Drank deeply and continued to talk. "I can teach you how to learn as I have, it's a form of meditation that just attunes your senses to the elements. And I will have to take you up on that offer to join one of the arcane advisor meetings. It will be nice to be among other mages. Unfortunately though, I am running short on honey, so making more of the brew will prove difficult. The unique flavor is given by the spider-bee, or Tak-Benshi as the Qunari call them. Jericho ended up eating the hive I had stored away on my ship, and it may be difficult to capture another. Nevertheless I still have a cargo hold full of barrels. And that's a dreadnought's cargo hold by the way, so about a five years worth with the way I drink."
Deakial looks over at the elf who had just shapeshifted to join the party. Shapeshifting was a magic he had never considered learning, deception and trickery he thought. Being as he was, he was more than intimidating, his thick horns bending back over his head sharply twisted towards the sky. Being a mage as well, made it quite surprising that he was capable with swords as well. Most of the party members had not noticed he carried a sword and dagger, as well as his staff. The sword was crafted from black metal, and upon closer inspection, you would see intricate runes carved into the blade. It was a simple, yet elegant, design for a sword. The dagger crafted from silverite, plain and simple, with a red leather bound grip. But Deakial's pride and joy was his staff. Crafted from the finest ebony, it stood as tall as he did. Topped by serpent wrapped around the stem, crested with jewels in place of its eyes the serpent had been crafted of a blue tinted metal. He named it Abaan-Jerik -Roughly translating to Blue Moon-. His armor was simple, tactically placed blue metal plates, woven into his robes. The robes were collared by a mane of pure white, and discreted at the back was a hood. The only regalia he decorated himself with was his own. A white wyvern backed by silver horns. (OOC: Sorry for the long read, I just want to start detailing my characters appearance.) ACdeakial (talk) 12:13, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
"You should listen to your friend, dwarf" Hela said to Scaea while the dwarf threatens Leitin. " He seems more, intelligent than you and the saarebas combined... and do not worry, i will not stoop to this level of barbarism, so sheath your toys, girl, before you get hurt." but the dwarf just walked away, into the darkness, not sure if she had heard her words or not.
Meanwhile, after his little show, the qunari saarebas Deakial attempted a conversation with her. She is all too familiar with his kind. Arrogant, annoying, too sure of himself. Most likely people who first drop dead on the battlefield. "Why yes, i have met quite a number of saarebas in my days. Most of them are either kept in a leash, or tied to a tree while we leave them under the sun to die, that is, if they get too confident to turn against us."she elegantly took a sip from her cup, savoring the taste of the fine antivan brew. "as a commander of the tal vashoth, it is my duty to keep these savages in order, many of my people fear the saarebas for their power, and they should. I have encountered plenty of mages, of all kinds and ranks. Dangerous as they are, they all bleed like anyone else..." she looked into the qunari's eyes, sky blue, a little darker than her own. For a second it was like looking through Ashkan's eyes once more. She looked away and took another sip of her beverage, repressing those memories that have long since past but too difficult to be forgotten. She noticed the elf girl Marinellia looking at her direction. "What is it, elf?" (OOC: Hela is a total B, so no hard feelings.)--Lemonaiding (talk) 12:39, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia jumped at her seat when she heard the qunari speak " uh...nothing i was just...oh look a baby nug." she pointed behind her direction, and grab the empty bottle throwing at leitin's direcction while the lad gave her a confused look. "i dont feel like playing anymore." she said to him --Cookiecousland (talk) 12:39, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"Relax Marinellia I will explain everything when she gets back. Just know that I knew I was in no real danger, I would never put us in that position forcefully." Leitin said while looking like he was in deep thought.--Jdgjordan (talk) 12:48, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
Clièl listened to Leitin stating his opinion with growing interest. It was not the answer he had expected. At first sight Leitin had the calculatio of a true dalish huntsman. Accurate and cautious.
"A controversial opinion. But true. You´ve taken the words straight out of my mouth. Sadly most of our kin don´t share such an open mindset. They think we would abandon our traditions, our culture, the essiantial means of being Dalish. And that simply by traiding stuff and gaining knowledge of other races" Clièl sighed, taking another sip of his delicious whine. After vacantly shaking his head he turned to Merinellia. He listened quietly and noted her facial expression as she asked about his clan participating in bloodmagic. It made him chuckle: "Do the other clans tell that about us? It is not forbidden if you´d like to know that. It is also not painted in black or white. But neither the keeper nor me use bloodmagic. It is perfidious. Like going to the fade and talking to one of the beings there, not knowing if it is a spirit or a demon. Most times its a demon, but that is not important to my actual point. The keeper never grows tired of lecturing me about how I only know little about magic at all. Using blood magic would be like putting a little demon on youre shoulders, not knowing if it´ll eat youre head when youre not looking"
He made a short break: "You already realized that I´m not your everyday mage. I am... different. On one of my journeys to Ferelden I found an old elvish ruin, deep in the Brecilian Forest. I encountered a presence which taught me the way of our ancestors. To fight like one of them. An Arcane Warrior"
Clièl pointed at the elegant black sword on his back with a smile: "Once you have felt the thrill of close combat, you never want to... it is kind of hard to explain. I was never a great elementalist. Therefore I am pretty skilled with shapeshifting, illusions, glyphs, telekinesis and nearly every entropy skill out there. When you see your oponent whirling in circles, slicing at invisible enemies only he can see... priceless. I know it sounds terrible da´len, but life is not always fair, is it?" Clièl let the rhetorical question fade away. He sat back, observing the talk between Hela an Merinellia, as well as looking at the other guests. He hadn´t talked to any of them. Was that impolite of him? With this many people it was hard to say.
--Lethelin (talk) 14:29, September 9, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk nodded appreciatively. "I had thought I had mastered the elemental school, but perhaps you are right Deakial, I would be interested in seeing if there was more you could teach me. Or perhaps we should have ourselves a magical duel to test my sheltered, comprehensive skills against your primal and powerful technique." He chuckled and started chewing on some Antivan spiced bread. He then turned to the newest arrival. "A most impressive entrance shapeshifter. And you say you have learned the ways of the Arcane Warrior too? I had heard of it of course, but I had thought the knowledge of it died with the fall of Arlathan and later the Dales. Personally, I prefer as much distance between myself and the enemy as possible when I'm trying to kill them, or them me. Ha ha ha" SenjiBen (talk) 00:18, September 10, 2014 (UTC)
"Ma serannas" Clièl said with a respectful nod in Drakks direction: "Yes, the encounter with the old presence was shortly after the end of the fifth blight. So I had a lot of time for practice. Ever since fighting with a staff seemed dull to me. If it wasn´t for our tradition I would abandon mine at the camp. I´ve got these" the elf waved with his hands: "They work just fine"
Clièl fetched himself a bunch of grapes from the table and ate some of them thoghtfully. "I do not need to tell you how hard it is to be a mage these days. With the Nevarran Accord annulled it became even harder in some parts of Thedas. In addition to that, imagine you would be an elf. A Dalish from an indirectly outcasted clan to specify that. Therefore I learned every trick and every feint I could, so I always have something up my sleeve if it comes down to a fight. Two near-death experiences are more than enough, trust me" Clièl took a deep breath.
"Speaking of which, you and our qunari friend here..." he gestured towards Deakial: "... must have some pretty intense storys of youre own. Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth are both so detached from the Qun, it is refreshing to see. Not that I dislike the idea of the Qun..." he raised his hands in defense: "... it just seems, cruel to me... in some ways" Clièl emptied his glas of whine, carefully putting it aside. "I hope you two don´t mind my offensive questioning" --Lethelin (talk) 16:11, September 10, 2014 (UTC)
"Ahh, I fear were we to duel Drakk, we may end up burning down the castle. And don't put yourself down for believing you had mastered primal magic. For many mages, they can reach an incredible mastery of it simply through practice. But it still drains them to cast powerful spells. When you reach a point where you understand the elements, when you stand in a storm and can feel the lightning surge through the clouds, that is when you truly master primal magic. It becomes a part of you. That is what my meditation allowed me." Drakk nodded as a sign he understood what Deakial had said, and he was eager to know more of his methods. But that could wait for a later date.
Deakial heard Clièl address him. "Do not worry friend. I have no love for the Qun. Having been raised outside of its shackles, I have come to love the freedom. Not that I spend much time among people, as I said earlier, I have spent most of my life riding the waves." Deakial sipped at his drink, and began playing with his stubble, stroking the scar that ran down his neck from the bottom his lip. The damned Abaan-Atashi got lucky. "I have witnessed the way they treat mages. It is not for me, but many accept the will of the Qun freely. As for stories of near death... I only have two. One which I told earlier, and do not wish to tell again. The other. Well..." Deakial took a large gulp of his drink, and began.
"My closest trifle with death was when I had been surrounded by mercenaries. The chantry had placed a bounty upon my head, calling me a Qunari apostate. I had only taken port in Gwaren for a few days, just so I could get some supplies. Anyway, the mercenaries cornered me, and magic proved to insufficient for their numbers. I ended up grabbing a blade off of a dead man, using it to keep the rest of them at a distance while I continued to rain fire on them. An archer managed to get in a few good arrows, I was fortunate to not bleed out before I reached my ship. But, in the end, I still won. That was when I decided I needed to craft myself a perfect sword." Deakial unsheathed his blade and laid it down on the table for everyone to see. The onyx black blade, with a white bone hilt and a grip wrapped in blue leather skin. It's blade was of medium length, shorter than the swords that decorated the walls, but longer than simple shortsword. Along its surface was carved intricate runes, the grooves had been filled with lyrium. (OOC: I'm deciding to make my mage character one who uses swords, but isn't an arcane warrior, he's a qunari so he's already rather strong.) 
17:16, September 10, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk nodded again to Deakial. He was eager to learn more or test his skills against the other Mage, but the grey skinned giant was probably right, not at this juncture. He listened to the newcomer elf's tale, then to Deakial's close call. "Ha ha, a good thing you didn't burn your ship down while fending them off." He glanced at the Qunari's terrifying blade, then turned back to the elf. "Not sure my story would qualify as a near death experience, but it was certainly intense." Drakk coughed as he began his tale. "It was about one year after the Fifth Blight. I will guess you know about the chaos that happened at the Ferelden Circle during that time, I was a Senior Enchanter by then. And after a blood Mage named Jowan then Uldred's revolution, the Templars were stricter and more on edge than ever." He took a breath and continued.
"It started while I was helping a couple of young apprentices learn basic fire magic. One of the more friendlier Templars gave me a warning, that I was suspected of teaching blood magic to some of my students. He told me to run and I did. I managed to escape and live as an apostate hiding out in the remains of Lothering as it was rebuilt. Unfortunately I was eventually turned in and was to be executed or made Tranquil. Of course I fought the Templars when they came for me, in the end though, I was overwhelmed. However the King happened to pay a visit that day, and told the Templars of my service during the Blight. I'll never know why, as I was one of a few who stayed to watch the Tower while the others fought at Denerim. And so I requested the position of Arcane Advisor for the monarchy." Drakk chuckled again and started on a piece of roast nug. SenjiBen (talk) 00:28, September 11, 2014 (UTC)
Unseen by the party guests below the assassin crept out of the shadows. The plan had worked perfectly. Lord Cousland's forces were focused on the front gates and the assassin had managed to slip through undetected. He had climbed into the hall through an open window, gazing below at his target as he stalked across the ceiling rafters.
Lord Cousland sat in his high-backed chair, entertaining his guests and drinking the Antivan wine. The assassin drew his bow, nocking a poison infused arrow into place. He took his aim at the young lords heart. "The Venatori send their regards" he whispered.
Suddenly a dagger flew into the would be assassin's chest. His arrow shot long, hitting the high-backed chair next to Lord Cousland's head. Blood filled the assassin's mouth, his last thought complete and utter shock. He fell to the ground dead, hitting it with the loud crack of his neck breaking.
Lord Cousland gazed at the fallen corpse and arrow stuck in his chair in disbelief, as did the rest of the guests. Looking to where the dagger that saved his life had come from, he saw a short hooded figure standing in the broken doorway. The figure was covered in blood, with a severed head of a fear demon in each hand. She threw back her hood revealing herself to be the dwarf Scaea. As she walked forward to retrieve her dagger from the assassin's body she threw one of the heads into Hela's lap, and then the other into Leitin's. She pulled her dagger free in one swift movement and sheaved it back with its twin. The room was deathly quiet. Casually and silently she returned to sit next to her friend Deakial. "Beat that" she said with a smirk to Leitin. "Missed me handsome?" she smiled at Deakial. --Xsari (Talk) 12:15, September 11, 2014 (GMT)
Leitin smiled and nod "As expected and planned, you took care of the problem. Forgive me for my harsh words earlier but if what the Qunari said was true and are enemy was on are door step it needed to be taken care of and I knew if I angered you enough you would go out and take care of the problem witch I knew you were more then capable of. My mission is to protect Marinellia so I could only go out if she came with and I fear in her drunken state she would be in to much danger and while I am sure had I just asked you to go out and take care of it you would be more then happy to but in my experience dwarfs fight better and harder when there pissed off. Again I am sorry for my harsh words and my manipulating of you to go fight but I knew if the stores were true about you, you would be in no real danger and the problem needed to be dealt with as you can see." He points the dead assassin "And I am sure it also helped you let out any aggressive feeling's you had earlier towards the Qunari am I right?" Leitin sat back in his chair assessing the situation. "This also proves the Qunari was right and the enemy is right on top of us Lord Cousland perhaps you should better advise your men so they can take the necessary precautions, O and next time try and listen when a Qunari soaked in blood is telling you there is danger outside in less you like having unwanted guest try to kill you."--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:45, September 11, 2014 (UTC)
"Ha you really are a crafty one aren't you Tats?" chuckled Scaea. She was shocked with herself that she hadn't seen through it before. "Makes me respect you all the more, you are of course forgiven."
She then turned to the Qunari warrior. "I could clearly see your own handy work from the mass off corpses as well. One was a huge pride demon that was severed from head to toe, or claw in this case!"
Her smile then shifted to a more uneasy look as Scaea addressed everyone in the hall. "The threat if very serious though, Hela was not exaggerating. There is a large force of Venatori blood mages and demons attacking the fortress and more are coming. I may have been killed myself when I was cornered by five terror demons if not for the lighting bolt that rained down from the sky killing them all, that wasn't by chance any of you lot?" she pointed at the mages of the gathering. "Luckily I got back when I did or that assassin would have killed our dashing host, a foolish Venatori mage gave it away before I slit her throat." Turning to Lord Cousland she said warningly "Many of your forces have already lost their lives my lord, we need to act fast before this fortress is overrun." --Xsari (Talk) 16:45, September 11, 2014 (GMT)
Part 6[]
"Welcome back lass. I must say, you have a very nice throwing arm! Here have a drink!" Deakial slides a mug of mead over to Scaea, then sits in silence as she begins talking. Only speaking up once she mentioned the lightning bolt. "Err, that was probably the tempest I cast earlier. They go on for quite a while..."
Deakial began fondling the small Abaan-Atashi skull that formed the hilt of his blade, listening as Scaea talked about the large force mounting outside the fortress. "...we need to act fast before this fortress is overrun." She said. Deakial contemplated that for a moment. He stood up, sheathed his blade. Then he unsheathed his dagger, pulled out his staff and began sharpening the teeth that created the razored base. "What do you propose we do Daggers? Shall we send Hela out as a sacrafice, while the mages rain fire on the monsters head?" Once Deakial had been satisfied with the sharpness of the teeth, he placed his dagger away, and walked towards the balcony to assess the situation outside. While outside he dipped his fingers into a pouch of red chalk, and carefully drew bloodied tears beneath his eyes, that his warpaint.
Deakial strolled back into the dining hall. "Aye, milord, the lass is not wrong. While some of us are intoxicated, the beasts show no sign of relenting in their assault. If we do not act now... this fortress may well become our tomb." 17:29, September 11, 2014 (UTC)
"Then I owe you my life Horns" said Scaea as she learned Deakial had cast the lightning bolt. "Even though you didn't realise you were saving me. If we survive this... no when we survive this do you think you'll need an extra hand on your ship? I haven't felt the need to pledge myself to any one person of the Inquisition before but I will to you if you'll have me? Plus I've never really been on a big impressive ship before and would love to see the sea."
Jericho then came up to her and started to gently lick the blood off her clothes. She reached out a hand and stroked the albino wyvern as he did. He seemed to like it. "Aw does that demon blood taste nice you big handsome beastie?" she asked.
When Deakial asked her what she proposed they do she replied "Well I'm no battle strategist but I do like the idea of sending Steel out to kill them all with her huge sword" she joked. "Realistically though we need a stable plan. I thought about asking Flowers to scout the area as a bird but she might be a little too drunk." Scaea then noticed Clièl who she hadn't seen before. "Well well another newcomer! You must have arrived just as I left. I didn't see you as I was making my way to the front gates though. Are you a mage by any chance and a shapeshifter at that?"
(OOC: I've decided to now describe how I imagine Scaea to look if anyone's interested. She has long blonde hair tied in a braid down her right shoulder (like the picture of the female dwarf Inquisitor on the Inquisitor page). She has greeny-brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, quite a pretty face with no scars and the symbol of House Cadash tattooed on her left arm. She wears a dark brown leather corselet with a dark purple hood and an Inquisition badge just under her left shoulder. She also wears dark brown leather fingerless gloves, dark purple trousers and dark brown leather knee-high boots that have straps at the side. The daggers on her back are Isabela's, which she won in a game of a Wicked Grace, and her original dwarven daggers are strapped to her thighs. I imagine the corselet to look something like a combination of this: 1 and this with a purple hood: 2 --Xsari (Talk) 23:40, September 11, 2014 (GMT)
Drakk was peacefully munching away on a nug leg when a dagger whizzed over his head and into the chest of an unseen archer who fell from the rafters, dead. The the dwarf Scaea revealed her return with two gruesome demon heads, he spat his food out at the sight. She then told the room of the dire news, silence befell them all. The Qunari, Deakial, whom Drakk had been speaking to, rose and walked to the balcony. When he returned he looked grim and he had marked strange tear symbols under his eyes in red. Drakk shivered at his final sentence: 'If we do not act now... this fortress may well become our tomb'.
He stood swiftly and looked around the room. "Well comrades, it looks like this is it. We need a plan. We need a leader." He looked to Scaea and Deakial strategising, to the scary, aggressive Qunari woman then to Lord Cousland, who sat ridged with an arrow still quivering in his chair not two inches from his face. "What say you, milord? Do you have a plan?" SenjiBen (talk) 01:21, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"Interesting" Clièl inspected the dead body. He ate his last grapes calmly. After that he rised from his seat, fettling his robe in the progress. He smiled at the fight-enthused dwarven lady: "That is what I get for being late I guess. Well, you just got lucky. My name is Clièl and I´m a shapeshifter indeed. The people of Nevarra even gave me a nickname. Bad Wings. A rather stupid one if you´d ask me, but... it is kinda catchy"
Clièl stepped back from the table, adjusting his seat: "The Venatori and their demons will soon find out why. I´ll scout the area. After that I will return immediately. Nobody will see me in the dark of the night" Clièl converted back into the eagle within the blink of an eye. A few wing beats later the eagle disappeared in the upper section of the hall. --Lethelin (talk) 09:18, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"huh? what's happening?" marinellia woke up from her short nap, her head throbbing and her vision unsteady. she saw scaea sitting beside deakial "oh, hey, scaea, how are you? it's been awhile, how long where you gone? *hic*"
"marinellia, you're drunk." leitin watched his companion pouring another mug of ale. "what? me? drunk? NOOOO...i'm not drunk." leitin intervened as she was about to drink another round "that's enough" he said, and took the mug from her hands. she grabbed the antivan wine beside her and drank a mouthful, leitin trying to stop her while the others talked strategy.
"i assure you i'm fine...and not drunk." the young elf girl said, her cheeks blushing from the alcohol she induced. "and i am more than happy and capable to scout the vicinity, anything for you scaea." she gave the dwarf a wink, and a snorting giggle. she wobbly stood up then turned to cliel " onward, my fabulously haired companion, let us see what news we can deliver from the evil that has plagued our walls." in her drunken state, she shapeshifted into a giant spider, almost occupying the whole table, "whoops, wrong creature, let me just..." she then turned into a bear, a boar, then finally her desired look, a tree squirrel and moved to follow cliel. --Cookiecousland (talk) 12:39, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin immediately grabs the squirrel form of Marinellia and stuffs her in an empty jug "Marinellia if your going to go out then do it right, transform into a bird and stay with in 25 feet of Clièl understand? I prefer you not to go but I know more then any one once you decided to do something there is no changing your mind even drunk so we're going to do this right understand? I will scout from the ground." He then looks at Deakial" Deakial you should come with me I may need your ability's and if we all have to split up, teams of two would be the best. One close combat fighter and one mage or range fighter Clièl and Marinellia got that covered in the air so it be best for you and me to go from the ground. The rest of you should wait here just a little longer and wait for news, if we don't come back in 1 hour we have been killed the rest will be up to you, so if we are all in agreement lets head out."--Jdgjordan (talk) 13:45, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Hela grabbed the decapitated demon head by the hair-like tentacles, blood dripping from her lap. "How charming..." she said and turned her gaze to the dwarf as she threw the head away. "What's next, are we going to boast our skills in ballet and poetry now as well? I thought this was the Inquisition, not a group of swaggering children." She took a towel from the table, and wiped off the blood on her armor. She was flustered by the dwarf's compliment, despite the serious look on her hardened face. She glared at the two jesters, especially at the saarebas, when they talked about her. "I will be more than willing to let them try me, i could surely use the exercise after i warm up and break your arms Saarebas. So you better watch it."
She interrupted Lord Cousland as he was about to reply to Drakk. "We should do what you we're supposed to before everything had gotten worse." she stood up from her seat. " How can everyone of you be so nonchalant until now, especially you my "Lord" Cousland? You sit idly by, to your conviviality, while your soldiers are being butchered by demons just outside your fortress. Did you not device a strategy before, while you warm your indolent arse in your comfy seat?" She sighed as she stroked her forehead with her calloused fingertips. "Of course, you did not even know of the threat until i warned you." She faced at the group "From what i've encountered earlier, a group of bloodmages and demon spawns had managed to infiltrate through the main gates, it was short lived, however when i came in. One of them managed to escape and I believe they have called for reinforcements. We need to scout the whole of the fortress to make sure nothing has penetrated behind our forces before we can plan anything solid." --Lemonaiding (talk) 13:55, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin looked at Hela "Agreed, we need to split into three groups, each with a mage, and scout out the area while Clièl and Marinellia take to the skies. Then we report back as soon as possible." He looks at his Dalish friend, still in her squirrel form, very seriously "That means no funny business Marinellia, understand that when you fly out to follow Clièl you just get the info of the land and then come right back. Or so help me I will be the least of your worries, you will have to deal with your mother." He then turns to everyone "If some of us don't come I recommend the remainder of us follow Hela. I know many of you may not like that idea but the Qunn are known best for their military combat and strategy. Our best chance of wining is to follow her. Now if there isn't any more objections we should head out right now."--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:17, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia slipped out of the jug and turned back to her original form. "dread wolf take you leitin, will you stop being such a... such a ball licker for once and let me do what i want? you're not my father. " still a little intoxicated, she transformed into a raven and flew out of the hall after Cliel. --Cookiecousland (talk) 14:30, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"And what if Steel gets herself killed?" Scaea asked with a smirk. "Do we just run around aimlessly like headless nugs? --Xsari (Talk) 14:40, September 12, 2014 (GMT)
"I most undoubtably assure you Dwarf, I won't" said Hela with a snarl. She then nodded to Leitin in their mutual agreement. Turing to everyone she said, "We need something to hold down the attacks for the moment. You, Saarebas" she turned to Deakial, "Make yourself useful and conjure up a wall of flame on the possible entrances outside. While you're at it use that lightning spell of yours on the demon hordes. That will at least give them a sore toe or two and make it easier for the others to kill." she said, teasing the qunari. "Are there any healers here? We need to gather the wounded and get them back in shape. It would be pointless to let the injured fight, we need them at their full strength." she looked for the 'Harold' fellow but then noticed he a had suddenly vanished without a word. No one else had even notice him leave either. "Coward" she thought. She then eyed the human mage Drakk but he replied that he wasn't a healer. "Dwarf!" she said throwing the healer idea away and turning back to Scaea. "So far, a few have managed to slip into the building. Are you willing to do some house cleaning with me?" --Lemonaiding (talk) 14:58, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"Interesting idea Daggers" Deakial said in reply to Scaea's offer of joining him once the battle was over. "Very well, I accept your pledge. I could use someone of your impressive skills on the Orpheus and it would be nice to have a good friend with me on my journeys. Unfortunately, I will not see my ship again until after this inquisition business." The wyvern Jericho stopped licking Scaea and stared at his master with the look of slight confusion on his face. "Ha don't you worry my old friend, she doesn't in any way replace you as my most trusted companion." he patted the wyverns scaled neck. Turning to Scaea he said. "You should take Jericho with you both, my wyvern can greatly help handle any threat that has slipped through the defences."
Facing Hela he says "Sorry Steel but I have my own plan, you'll have to find someone else." He then turned to all of the remaining group and said. "All of you take a pouch of this." he opened his jacket and pulled out several small sacks tied together. "Throw them on to the ground near powerful blood mages or demons or anything who has managed to take control of our own forces. Then you must say 'Atashi ban tevirus'. That will cleanse the area of magic for a brief period of time and will allow to take out the threat."
As Deakial began walking back towards the balcony he stopped and gestured towards Jericho. Then he said "Jericho, Serath jarik Scaea." In that moment the beast walked to Scaea's side.
"As much as I hate to say it, Steel is sort of right though". He said looking at everyone again. "The longer we stand around doing nothing the more severe this seige becomes. I suggest the mages join me down on the battlements, as well as anyone good with a bow, and rally the forces outside of the gates. Should some need time to recover we can give them time to fall back to the courtyard and tend to the injured so they can be helpful in reinforcing the gates."
With that Deakial pulled out his staff and leapt off of the balcony. As he approached the courtyard floor he flicked his fingers and created a bubble of force magic to land on. Unharmed he ran towards the battlement stairway.
(OOC: I'm going to do the same as Xsari and describe my characters appearance. He is tall and strong, with horns that bend over his head, then curve towards the sky. Like most sten in the comics he has tanned skin, with short cut silver hair slicked backwards. He has one blood red teardrop beneath each eye, a short silvery stubble, and a scar that runs from the bottom of his lip down to his chest. No other scars or tatoos. He has a "skirt" much like jorah mormont does here [1], where his sword hangs and his dagger is at the back. He has a jacket similar to the champions armor, but with a white mane, and is more of a lions mane brown colour, it also doesn't have all the metal jutting out. On his right hand he has a silver colored gauntlet similar to the champions armor, but not so claw-y and without the jagged shoulder piece, while on his left he has a simple wrist guard which also covers the top of his hand, engraved on this is the symbol of the inquisition. Also on his coat he has a badge which I described earlier, a white wyvern backed by qunari horns. Now, the staff is straight, with no hand grooves. It's tip is mounted by a blue sea serpent wrapped around the staff, with red jewels in its eyes. The staff itself is black, and its base is lined by a foot of sharp teeth. Probably should have gotten the full description out of the way earlier. Also, hes not an arcane warrior, he just a mage who carries a sword and dagger for those times when they're needed, as he's about as big as the arishok was.) 15:40, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"Well there goes Horns" said Scaea looking over the balcony after Deakial. "Okay guess I'm with you and Jericho instead Steel." The dwarf then raised her hood over her head and walked back into the hall to join the Qunari and wyvern. --Xsari (Talk) 15:50, September 12, 2014 (GMT)
Hela was about to remonstrate the saarebas for questioning her orders, but as much as she wanted to it was not her place. These people are not her own and she is not their leader. As her status as a commander was nullified while she stood in these walls. "Very well, then." she said with a growl. "The scaled dog, the dwarf and I will hep the Saarebus clear any enimies that have infiltrated the battlements courtyard. You there elf!" she pointed at Leitin. "Take someone and seal the entrances around the back of the fortress! We wait until the scouts return and see if we can find the source of this attack before we venture further out of Skyhold." she donned her helmet and went out of the hall followed by Scaea and Jericho. --Lemonaiding (talk) 16:11, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
"Damn it Deakial that was not the plan!" Leitin shouted after the Qunari mage. "Oh well" he thought to himself "Can't be helped now, tho this bag he gave me should come in hand."
He then turned to the Fereldan advisor. "Drakk you're with me! We should still stick to the groups and as you are a highly skilled mage you will be very much needed. My Lord Cousland you stay with the rogue Jestfor here. We still need someone to hear Clièl and Marinellia's report when they return."
With that Leitin started to head outside with Drakk following. --Jdgjordan (talk) (talk) 16:26, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Clièl waited for Marinellia to close the gap to him, sitting on one of the higher ledges of the keep. The night air was cold and a few clouds caped the moon every once in a while. It was just perfect. Expectand he runs his hand over the grip of Nightshade, his black elegant blade. The First of the Lavellan approached him as a common raven. As she arrived on the ledge next to him, she transformed back to her real body. "Easy there" Clièl said with a smile. He chuckled: "So this is what a drunk bird looks like" The elf leaned back against the window frame: "We´ll use the clouds as cover. The Venatori should not be able to see us at this hight. He looked at Marinellia who just stared at him constantly smiling for while until she replied "Anything you want handsome." Clièl started laughing. She was adorable: "You know what. Just stay by my side. Everything should turn out well." He saw Deakial dashing out into the night. Hopefully the qunari understood the meaning of the word scouting. "Looks like were good to go" Clièl said to Marinellia. He dropped himself from the ledge, transforming into his favorite form, the eagle, while falling with Marinellia quickly following in her raven form. Wing beats echod through the night. --Lethelin (talk) 18:00, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
While in the air and following cliel marinellia could clearly see the destruction just below her. bloodmages summoning demons and soldiers defending for their lives. not far from the skyhold, was a mass of venatori forces getting closer. "this looks bad" she thought. she then caught a glimpse below her, a lone soldier fighting a group of shades. the soldier got hurt, and was disabled while the creatures surrounded him. ignoring leitin's direction to not get into any trouble marnellia flew down to help the boy, leaving cliel behind. as she touched the ground she unleashed a powerful force transforming back to true her form, staggering the demons. "You will not touch him!" she cried. even outnumbered she still managed to cast a mass paralysis, stunning any nearby creatures. in some way she wanted to prove everyone that she's not a fragile little girl, to prove her parents and to everybody else that she could handle herself with great strength. and also she'd been itching to tell a good story back to her friends once they all went home. "Run! Find some place safe!" she told the lad "But..." he said still in shock and awe at his rescuer. "Go!" she shouted. without giving another thought the lad ran away from the scene as fast as he could. as the demons broke free from the spell she shapeshifted into a bear to defend herself. even with her new stronger form she could not withstand a horde of demons going at her direction. she mauled anything that got near but the demonic force almost overwhelmed her. "creators guard me" she thought. --Cookiecousland (talk) 18:10, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
As Deakial reached the summit of the stairs, he came into view of the battlefield before him. It was total chaos. He could feel the veil thinning, soon the cracked veil would break here as well. He began creating a new tempest spell. First he crafted the electricity to run through his fingers, then he raised his arms into the air and unleashed the full might of his magic. The overcast sky began to darken, heavy rain began pelting down onto the battlefield. Then the rumble of thunder. Lightning rolled across the clouds. The archers that had manned the battlements all looked in awe at Deakial as electricity surged out of his skyward pointing arms.
The soldiers on the field were given a brief moment to regain their strength, as the demons, blood mages and venetori soldiers all looked to the skies. That was when the first lightning strike split a pride demon in half. Then the storm truly began. All across the battlefield lightning came down from the sky, tearing apart the earth as it struck the ground. Deakial had to keep a clear mind to ensure he did not hit any of the allied soldiers, and a venetori archer saw this. But he saw the archer too. With a flash, the archer became nothing but ashes. "You men! Keep them off of me! Every arrow that whirls by my head is an opportunity for one of ours to get struck. I must keep my focus!" He shouted at the men manning the wall. Almost instantly several archers had gathered around him, laying their keen eyes on the battlefield below, searching for anyone who would try to disrupt Deakial's focus. Four templars stood by him as well. Two manned the stairwell, ensuring that none of the enemy who had gotten inside could get to him, two stood smiting any nearby blood mages with their templar talents.
"If we had waited any longer..." Deakial thought. 18:26, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk withered under Hela's interruption. Then she looked around at the remaining Mages for a healer. Drakk shook he head. "Not me I'm sorry, I know only enough to keep myself alive." The Qunari then left with Scaea and the wyvern to help defend the battlements courtyard with Deakial. Drakk then turned to Leitin. "Indeed, a Mage with every group should help even the odds."
He and Leitin left through the shattered hall entrance and down to the back entrances to Skyhold. "Let me take the lead here.." He grinned. "But using your arrows to keep them from getting to close would be nice." He saw a large storm beginning to crackle in the sky above another part of the courtyard, Deakial obviously. A wave of Venatori grunts noticed the new arrivals and charged. Drakk clicked his neck and raised his arms. He began to summon a large column of flame over the group. Leitin put arrows through the skulls of a few of the quicker ones aproaching Drakk. "Not long now! Wait till they see the light-show I have planned for them! Ha ha ha!"... (OOC: Drakk is a middle-aged man, average to tall with greying blond hair. He wears reasonably standard Senior Enchanter robes with a few additions, like gold trims and an extended pocket belt with pouches of herbs and phials. He likes to use his hands when practicing his elemental magic but also has a Sylvanwood staff used to boost his power and physical protection.) SenjiBen (talk) 20:47, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
Right ok I've edited the layout to make it flow better with some minor tweets. Hope no one minds, you're all of course free to edit the parts that include your characters. Also if there is a new edit that includes Scaea I give you guys my permission to voice her as I may once again miss a lot at some point. I'm sure if any of you do voice her for me it will be great! --Xsari (Talk) 2:40, September 13, 2014 (GMT)
Part 7[]
It took a brief moment for him to realize that the raven was not behind him any longer. Clièl flew closer to the ground, watching Marinellia fight bravely to save the life of the lone soldier. As a demon-horde came into her direction he transformed back to his own body, the moment he was above them. The fall was short. Clièl drew Nightshade pinning the first demon to the ground, piercing its head. At once all of the remaining demons started attacking him. His battle-robe saved his life, since some of the approaching claws couldn´t penetrate the ironbark. Drawing his dagger as well the elf started to go through enemy-ranks like a mad dancer. He felt the black blood of the demons on his skin, but he didn´t stop. Clièl casted a gravatic ring around the area, slowing down his enemies. He then weaved severel glyphs of paralysis to freeze them in place: "Strike them down!" Marinellia reacted immediatly, tearing some of the demons to pieces with her claws. Clièl took care of the leftovers. After he was done the First of Arlithor put away his weapons: "We are a great team da´len"
The whole situation appeared to be an all out battle. With the element of sprise lost it would be a hard piece of work. Though he wanted to say something about Marinellia acting against the plan he couldn´t. She was the First to clan Lavellan, as he himself was the First of Arlithor. They walked the same path. Marinellia had taken action for something she considered the right thing to do and this was far from being bad. Clièl smiled: "One day you will make an excellent keeper, Marinellia" --Lethelin (talk) 22:41, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia knew she couldnt take the attacks any longer. everytime she kills a demon another is bound to spawn and get her. good thing the alcohol had numbed her wounds and the constant fear of failure. when she had thought all hope was lost, cliel came to her aid. She rampaged through the battle field, killing any demons around her. when everything calmed for a short while, she reverted back to her own form, exhausted and gashed, she looked at cliel.
"One day you will make an excellent keeper, Marinellia" he said. she was surprised. he uttered not a single nagging word, nor anything judgmental, something that she has not expected for anyone to say. but then again he's probably the only person who understands her, as they where both firsts of their respective clans, a heavy responsibility and something that is not to be taken lightly, specially to a young elf, barely passing into womanhood. She wanted to test herself, to see her worth and to be proven of the title.
She looked through his intelligent eyes, as she gets closer and closer to him. "I.." she tilted up her head, closer to cliel's face, her nose almost touching his. "...I..." then she suddenly moved her head down and threw up on the elf's fancy robes.
not long the demons had time to regroup and moving towards their direction --Cookiecousland (talk) 04:11, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk continued coaxing the magical power, causing a huge funnel of flame to descend upon the Venatori fast approaching, though one got close enough to gash a wound through his robe. He winced and closed his eyes, focusing on bringing the flame closer. But Leitin pulled taught another arrow and let it fly into the aggressors jugular. Drakk grinned again and nodded his thanks. As the flame engulfed the small courtyard section they were in, searing away at the half clad troops, Leitin peppered the remaining ones with arrows, even piercing a few already down to be certain. Drakk fell to his knees and breathed deeply, he felt queasy from slight blood loss and the drain of mana from his system. He retrieved a small glowing blue phial from his belt and quickly consumed the substance, it tingled and burned slightly as it went down.
Just then a man in knight's armour and bearing the Inquisition's badge approached. He limped slightly, one hand holding his side and the other a steel sword. "Milords, there are Venatori Mages outside the walls, they continue to open tears in the veil and summon more demons. If they are not stopped, the veil will be sundered permanently and the fortress overrun. Drakk got to his feet and looked to the sky. "I wonder if Cliel and Marinellia have finished their scouting and told the others back in the hall." Leitin frowned. "I hope Marinellia is safe." He said quietly. Then to Drakk he said; "We cannot hope to stop those mages alone, or repair all the tears in the veil." "No." Replied Drakk. "But we must hold the gates until reinforcements arrive, we can't allow more into the courtyard or Keep from this entrance. Come on!" SenjiBen (talk) 10:01, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea, Hela and Jericho ran down one of the corridors that reached the courtyard only to be encountered by three terror demons before the exit. With her daggers drawn Scaea slid under the legs of one of the monsters. She then jumped up stabbing the demon from behind before she slit it's throat. The remaining two were quickly dealt with by Hela and Jericho. The Qunari thrusted her sword straight through the demon closest to her. Pulling the sword free she decapitated the creature in a single sweep. Jericho jumped at the third, sending it to the ground and tearing it to pieces with his claws and fangs.
"Keep moving forward!" Hela shouted at the dwarf. "Really? I didn't think of that Steel" Scaea sarcastically replied. "And here I was just about to take a nap."
She could see the rage filling in Hela's eyes through the visor of the Qunari's helmet.
"Relax I'm only joking" Scaea smiled. "Nice work there, you too Jericho." "Enough of this!" Hela shouted in frustration. "We do not need to waste time making jests and congratulating one another after every single kill! We need to reach the courtyard and help that foolish Saarebas!" "Alright, whatever you say boss!" Scaea replied.
The Qunari warrior ran past the dwarf and out into the courtyard with Scaea and Jericho closely following. Thinking to herself Scaea now decided to keep her joking to a minimum, lest she anger Hela further and find herself with that deadly sword pointed in her direction. --Xsari (Talk) 14:30, September 13, 2014 (GMT)
Upon reaching the courtyard, three bloodmages summoned a number of demons and ambushed the group. Scaea and Jericho helped themselves on the creatures while Hela reached for the mages. She killed one sweeping her aurum blade on his torso, cutting him in half. She went for the second, plunging her steel to his eye but the third one has managed to cast an enthropy spell on her.
"What.." she opened her eyes to see that she's in a familiar place. A small cozy hut, with a small dinning table, a fireplace and a kitchen. She took a look around, confused. As she reached by the fire place she is happily greeted by a gray furred mabari, leaping on her lap. "Bastil?" she said as she crouched down, the dog giving her a friendly lick on the face
"Mother! Mother you're home!" Hela anxiously looked around to see a small qunari boy running towards her, giving her a huge hug. "What have you brought for me mother? Did you get me a neat staff? Or a book full of magics and spells?" Hela gazed at the little saarebas, her eyes damp and her expression yearning. "What's wrong mother? Are you cryiing? What happened?" The boy gently touched his mother's face as droplets started rolling down her cheeks.
"Love, you're home early." Hela turned her gaze to the tall, qunari standing by the door frame, farming tools on his hands. "I thought you said you were gonna be home before dinner. Have you forgotten something?" Ashkahn noticed the tears on his wife's eyes, "What's wrong?" he got closer and wiped it away. He smiled, at her, his bright blue eyes shinning, a look that she's all too fond of. She knew she had to get away from this cruel trick, but at the same time she wanted to stay. Looking at her family whole again, that terrible incident never happening, she didnt want to go back. Damn the inquisition, she'd trade it all if it means getting her loved ones back.
The moment was brief when she is suddenly awoken by Scaea violently shaking her shoulders. "Oh thank the ancestors, i thought they got you." she said. Hela quickly rose up, panting heavily, she looked around to see three dead mages and a dozen of lacerated shades. The dwarf stared at her damp, swollen eyes, confused as to what had happened to the qunari. " Are you okay?" she asked. Hela looked at the dwarf for a moment. Ignoring her question, she stood up, and walked towards the courtyard. "Lets's move." she said, as whe wiped her tears away. --Lemonaiding (talk) 16:00, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
As Leitin shot wave after wave he could see a massive wave of magic being used in the distance. "As expected Marinellia is doing the opposite of what she was told, O well cant be helped at least I know she is more then capable of dealing with.... Wait that's it.' Leitin then pulled out a quill and paper and began writing something out. Drakk looked at him in puzzlement."Is this really the time to be writing notes." Leitin quickly replied "Quiet this is important just keep them off me for a few seconds." He then as quickly as possible started writing a message :Marinellia and Cliel there are Venatori Mages outside the walls, they continue to open tears in the veil and summon more demons we must know where there exact location is and how many and your the only ones who can fly out past this mess to find them. It would be unwise to fight them all with just the two of you but if push (and only if pushed) comes to shove try to take at lest one out it will be one less mage we have to worry about. when you come back with there location we will start a counter strike. I know your more then capable of completing this mission so good luck.: Leitin then tied the note to a light red arrow one that him and Marinellia used as kids to send messages back and forth and with all his force aimed it at there location."Please by the gods get this message." he fired with a huge force hoping it would get to them. he then went back to adding Drakk.--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:56, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
The Ostwick mage Trevelyan left the party. Believe it! (talk) 15:04, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk shook his head as the elf started scribbling something onto some note paper. "Is this really the time to be writing notes?" Leitin glanced up quickly. "Quiet, this is important. Just keep them off me for a few seconds." Drakk rolled his eyes and turned to the remains of one of the Fortresses gates. It had been shattered by some huge force. Magical or physical? A large Pride Demon perhaps? Drakk hoped it had been dealt with. Last thing he needed was one of them coming up behind him. He turned to the Inquisition soldier. "Watch my back. I'll keep more from coming in here." He turned back to the arch that once held the gate. He twirled his hands, once again coaxing out the mana into a recognisable form. He felt his power waning fast though, the Lyrium potion was only just taking effect.
He concentrated, memories of the last time he had faced Demons came to him. The chaos of the Ferelden Circle tower. Though the Hero of Ferelden had cleared most of the tower and defeated Uldred, still pockets of Demons and Abominations lurked about till the Templars struck through. He had held on for so long. Locked down in the sub-levels, fending off shades while protecting a couple of young apprentices. Then one of those things, a man, once Drakk's own mentor, coupled with a monstrous creature. The Abomination nearly struck him down, but he let loose all his might in a raw blast. He focused on that memory, summoning back the strength of that moment. He opened his eyes. Shades and Venatori were preparing for another wave. He noticed a light red arrow whiz into the sky, then the elf was once again pelting the enemy from the gate's battlements. He looked back to the arch and let fly his storm of power. A fireball flew forward and exploded on contact with a large Venatori soldier. The rest were thrown back and now a huge fire wall blocked the gate's entrance. Drakk fell backwards onto the ground, staring up into the sky. SenjiBen (talk) 20:56, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Clièl could feel Marinellias warm breath: "...I..." She suddenly threw up his robes. He stood there, slightly confused about what just happend. Clièl opened his mouth to say something but closed it yet again, since he was not quite sure what to say. Normally he never run out of words.
A light red arrow with a massage bound to it hit the ground right next to them and put the elf out of his confusion: "This ought to be good" he mumbled. He skimmed over the text and handed it over to Marinellia. "Seems like we got work to do" They were both far away from the Inquisition and Venatori forces. If this time everythng went well they could fall in the bloodmages backs and retreat with information and an advantage. --Lethelin (talk) 10:28, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
Marinellia came to her senses, mortified by what she's done. she was about to clean up her mess when leitin's arrow striked to the ground, a note attached to it. "typical, leitin" she remembered back in the days when the keeper used to lock her up in the tree house to study, secluding her from the other children. Leitin would sneak into the corner and shoot an arrow up the tree, a piece of note attached w/ a creepy drawing of an old lady with a ridiculously enormous nose that labeled "keeper" , eating live elven children. next to that he draw two crude figures, one holding a bow, the other a staff riding a flying creature. An arrow pointing at each one of them,that says" Leitin, Marinellia and Oscar the griffon."
Cliel handed her the note, she scanned through the words written on the parchment. "i guess it's up to us now." she said. They flew away from the battle field and outside the barricades. they both stealthily landed on a lone watch tower checking to see where this tear is as leitin has mentioned.
"hey, cliel, i just..i just wanted to say sorry that i threw up on you.." she said, still a little shocked from what she did and wanted to apologize. She could still feel the alcohol taking its effect. " i dont, usually do that, i mean randomly throw up on people. my head got really woozy from all that spinning and mauling and shapeshifting, and...and " she then instantly remembered her pathetic attempt to snog him. "i'm sorry that i tried to kiss you, i wasnt feeling myself. I dont usually do that kind of thing, too. But boy, good thing i reacted a little too early or i would've thrown up in your mouth huh, that would've been nasty..." she held a an unassertive smile to him. Not far from the watch tower, a bright green light exploded from a distance. "that must be our cue," she said. --Cookiecousland (talk) 16:29, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea was relieved when Hela woke, she had thought for certain the spell that had hit the Qunari had killed her. But luckily it had only been a stun spell. Confused she stared at the tears on Hela's face. "Has Steel really been crying?" she thought to herself in shock. "What did that mage cause her to see I wonder?" She asked if Hela was okay but the warrior woman ignored her question and stood up as though nothing had happened. She just told them to keep moving forward. Scaea decided to let her curiosity slide, there were more important matters at hand.
They rushed through slaying any enemy that got in their way. Eventually they reached the part of the courtyard that lead to the battlements. Deakial stood at the top, his mind fully focused on maintaining the powerful tempest spell. The dark sky flashed as lightning rained down around the battlefield, smiting the enemies it struck and avoiding allies. As powerful as the Qunari mage was though he was only able to destroy several of the enemy himself. "Defend the Saarebas!" Hela ordered Scaea. "I will stay here and help defend the courtyard with our soldiers!"
Scaea looked up at the battlements. The templars and archers defending Deakial were being overwhelmed by demons and Venatori trying to reach the horned mage. Turning to the white wyvern the dwarf said "Jericho, think you can get me up to your master quickly so we can help protect him?" The wyvern bowed slightly as he invited her on his back. She climbed on and in four quick leaps he scaled the battlements. As the wyvern reached the summit Scaea leapt off his back towards a demon that had managed to get past the templars. She landed on top of it, sending the creature to the ground. She stabbed it several times in the face with her daggers then threw one of the dwarven daggers from her thigh into a Venatori soldier's throat. Raising from her kill she told Jericho to help defend the left side while she helped defend the right. --Xsari (Talk) 14:58, September 14, 2014 (GMT)
Deakial stood there, his arms stretched towards the sky, maintaining the tempest spell. Around him he could hear the screams of the templars, slaughtered by a demon. He could feel his willpower draining, he could not maintain the spell much longer. The demon was suddenly struck down by the Scaea. Leaping onto the beasts head, she stabbed it repeatedly in the face. Jericho by her side, they left to defend his flank. The power of the spell weakening, Deakial tried to call on what reserves he had left. There were none. As much as he wanted it to, his spell had not thinned the enemy enough, it had however scattered there ranks. Each bolt of lightning that struck the earth sent half a dozen venetori soldiers flying. But as usual they proceeded to get up, shake off the dirt and restart their onslaught.
In that moment that Deakial was watching the battlefield, an arrow flew his way. It was narrowly deflect by a templars shield on the field but ended up being sent into his shoulder. That was it, he could maintain the tempest no longer. "I must keep going. Whatever it takes" Deakial thought. Was he about to resort to blood magic? No, he was sent flying after a bloodmage cast a stonefist in his direction. Deakial was interupted, the tempest came to a halt. And he was sent flying off the battlements into the courtyard. He hit the ground with a heavy thump. Knocked unconscious, he had been left defenseless. 18:36, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
Part 8[]
As Leitin got up after the impact he came rushing back to Drakk side and saw he was now laying down on the ground with a wall of fire in front of him but 3 Rage demons came rushing past it strait at Drakk. "Dame it no!" Leitin screamed as he shot two arrows at once aimed at two of them and fired with a powerful force killing them both instantly but the third shot a flame of fire right at Darkk but at the last second Leitin jumped in between them using his own back as a shield to protect Drakk "AHHHHHH!" he screamed in pain as his back lit on fire but with enough force of will he grabbed his dagger turned around and charged and jumped strait at the Demon who had no time to react was then cut clean in half. Leitin who was now badly burned in the back starting breathing hard and looked strait at Drakk. "You know gaa,... this is no time for a nap right. We need to head back in to the others and tell them situation the rest of it is up to Cilel and Marinellia gaa.." Leitin said trying not to give into the pain. "Hey you guard help me walk to the others". The guard who was helping Darkk got up still down after the huge blast and came to Leitin need. "Yes sir." Leitin took a few seconds to breath. "Alright then lets head back."--Jdgjordan (talk) 21:37, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
on top of the lone watchtower, marinellia busily scribbles in her journal while gazing at the field every once in a while. she tied her bangs up, keeping them away from her light gray eyes. "are you finished?" Cliel asked her . " almost..." she adeptly sketched a map of the whole battle field, plotting the locations of the breach, and the enemy;s current position. just as leitin had mentioned, venatori mages gather outside the walls, so far there have been 2 visible tears, one north west from the main gates, the other far east from the watch tower. another is brewing a couple of miles north from where they stand, they could see a group of mages gather as they summon a tear. " we should get back to the keep as soon as possible. " cliel said. "agreed, let's report back to the others. " they both flew away from the tower. the battlefield is in chaos from above, corpses scatter, demons spawning in every corner, strongly erected barricades collapsing, marinellia has never seen so much destruction. it made her thought for a moment that this was all just a bad dream. "this is all as real as it gets, i'm afraid." she thought. seeing all this, she wonders in fear if any of them arent gonna make out of this hell alive. --Cookiecousland (talk) 13:46, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk lay dazed all his strength drained from his mind. He managed to struggle to his elbows only to see three Rage demons immune to his fire wall push through. There was a below and Leitin fired two explosive arrows, immediately killing two of the demons. But the third raised it's arms, ready with a gout of flame. As the burst sprang forth suddenly Leitin leapt between them. He yelled as the fire seared through his armour. But he was up in a flash, spinning around, he plunged his dagger into the last foe. "You know gaa..." Said Leitin stumbling. "This is no time for a nap right?"
Drakk smiled sadly. "Thank you my friend. I don't know a lot of healing magics but here.." He stretched out his hand and summoned his power, with precision a Stun spell could be used to simply numb a target. He then pulled a potent poultice from his belt and smeared the salve on the worst burns. Leitin hissed and winced at it, then called the Inqusition soldier to lean on. "Alright, let's head back." He said. "One moment." Replied Drakk. He swiftly downed another Lyrium potion and turned back to the gate arch. "One more thing." He conjured his returning mana to his hands, the spheres of power coalesced into shimmering ice. Drakk launched them at the inside of the gate arch. The with a minor telekinetic crush and tug, the frozen section shattered and brought the archway tumbling down into the burning fire wall, sealing the gateway. He turned and pulled Leitin's other arm over his shoulder. As they all limped slowly back to the Keep proper they saw an eagle and raven fly overhead. SenjiBen (talk) 00:36, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea watched helplessly as the mage's spell struck her horned friend, sending him falling down to the courtyard where Hela fought. She didn't know if he were alive or dead but she couldn't linger on the event. Her own life was at risk if she didn't focus. Seeing his master fall Jericho leapt to Deakial's defence, leaving Scaea behind to defend the battlements with the templars and soldiers. As demons and Ventori forces approached to finish the knocked out Qunari the wyvern defended him with all his might.
Hela saw Deakial hit the ground as she sliced a Venatori soldier in half. "Damn you foolish man!" she thought. "Letting someone best you like that." Looking to her left she saw a young circle mage healing a wounded soldier's leg as a soft glowing light radiated out of her hands. Moments later the solider stood fully fit and returned to the battle. She was clearly very talented. "You there girl!" Hela shouted. "Put your abilities to further use and help the Saarebas. He had better not be dead or I swear I will enter the Fade and drag his spirit back myself." The girl nodded and followed Hela to where the mage had fallen as they fought off enemies charging their way. Reaching Deakial the girl kneeled before the unconscious Qunari. After a thorough check and removing the arrow in his shoulder she said "He lives but is hurt bad" in what sounded to Hela as an Orleisian accent. "I can heal his wounds well enough but he may not wake for a few hours." Hela sighed. "Just do your best, his pet and I will defend you while you tend to him." --Xsari (Talk) 01:50, September 15, 2014 (GMT)
Close from where they were about to land, the two scouts saw the collapsing structure, destroyed by drakk's magic. landing inside the keep and returning to her form, marinellia saw her friend being held by drakk. "leitin!" she ran towards him, she saw the burn marks on his back. "what happened? why does your back looked like you've been piggybacking with a range demon?" leitin smiled, her voice a relief to his ears. Marinellia gently touched the burn, making leitin grimace from the sting. " dont be such baby leitin, let me handle it." good thing she learned a thing or two about healing magic, it wouldnt restore his full strength but it was enough to keep him going. at this point she entirely regretted those times when she didnt pay much more attention to the keeper's tedious lessons.
"how are you feeling? " she asked. " a little better now...thank the creators you're all right marinellia." leitin smiled, as he received a hug from the young lass. she had no idea what to do if she lost him, the very thought of it pains her. " we have gathered enough information as to where these tears are coming from. there are exactly three possible breaches surrounding the keep. i dont think we have much time left before the enemy overwhelms us." cliel warned the group,"it;s worst than we thought." "there must be some way to close these tears, magic perhaps?" marinellia looked at them " we have to tell the others." --Cookiecousland (talk) 13:46, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
"wake up child" A familiar voice said to Deakial. He knew the voice, he knew it well. "Deakial, you must wake up. You must warn them..." His unconscious mind had drifted beyond the veil and into the fade. The spirit of Resiliance who had watched over him his entire life, having seen a spark of something incredible in the mage at a very young age. His perseverance in the face of danger, he would do whatever it took to prevail.
He shouted out to voice, and it came through in the real world. Scaea had fought hard to get down to him, and now knelt by his side along with his mage healer, who was setting his dislocated shoulder back into place. He shouted out "What is it I must warn them about?" Scaea fell back, shocked. She did not know what was happening to him. Hela cut apart a hunger demon that tried to get too close, and yelled back at the pair kneeling by his side, "Keep tending to him, girl. He has slipped into the fade. You must wake him up! Lest he become a demon's thrall."
Back in the fade, Deakial had found the spirit. She spoke to him in an assertive voice, reiterating the threat that lay before those back in Thedas. "Killing the mages will not stop the tears. They are working here as well. Pride demons. You will have to destroy them all before the veil can be healed. I am sorry, child, I cannot help you more than this." With that, the spirit raised her hand to his face, and lightly stroked his cheek. Deakial woke up, in terrible pain. He had dislocated his shoulder, but it had been reset with the help of a mage healer. What the mage had not seen was his broken ribs, hidden beneath his armor. They had snapped clean and punctured through his muscled skin. He was badly wounded, his robes becoming more bloodied with each passing second.
"We have to tell them, finding the mages... ahh!... tearing... Killing them... It won't be enough..." 20:33, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk eased out from under Leitin's arm and let Marinellia take over. "I'll move on ahead and warn the others to start falling back. We need to regroup at a more defensible location and come up with some way to seal these rifts to the Fade." He sprinted off, sprightly at first, but he was tired out by the time he crossed the huge courtyard and came around the Keep main. A field of death and destruction was in front of him. The western gate was open and enemies were pouring in. Scaea was tangling with enemies on the wall's battlements. Hela stood thinning the ranks of all those who came through the entrance. Deakial lay wounded, possibly unconscious with a young mage tending him. The rest of the inner courtyard was filled with Inquisition soldier and demons, alive and dead alike. Drakk was never going to get everyone's attention conventionally. He summoned a wisp of mana into his hands, then cupped his hands around his mouth and spoke. "Fall back! Soldiers of the Inquisition, fall back! I repeat, fall back to the Keep!" His words came out booming, echoing across the field with the added effect of briefly stunning the Fade creatures. Now he just hoped they would make it back, and that someone had one brilliant plan. SenjiBen (talk) 06:07, September 16, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea fought like a mad woman from atop the battlements, trying to make her way down to Deakial and Hela. There were too many enemies though, she couldn't get through. The templars and soldiers were being slaughtered around her and things looked grim for the roguish dwarf. Suddenly she heard a booming voice calling. "Fall back! Soldiers of the Inquisition, fall back! I repeat, fall back to the Keep!" It was the handsome mage Drakk. However in that brief moment of distraction an enemy soldier bashed her with his shield sending her flying off the battlements. She would have fallen to her death if not for the quick thinking of Drakk. He summoned a powerful telekinetic force and caught her in mid air. He then gently guided her to the ground. Landing she rang over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek in thanks but accidentally smearing blood on his face at the same time. "Thanks Robes, I owe you" she said. "Hang on just one second". Seeing an abandoned crossbow she picked it up and aimed it at the soldier who had bested her. She fired, hitting the man through the eye killing him. "Yes!" she said with pride. Tossing the crossbow away she turned back to Drakk and said "We need to get to Deakial! He's badly hurt, could be dead for all I know." Drakk pointed to where the mage girl was healing the Qunari and Jericho defending them. They both ran over to Deakial and Scaea knelt by her friend's side. "Is he..." she was about to ask the girl. "He will be fine" replied the healer. Suddenly Deakial started shouting "What is it I must warn them about?" in his unconscious state. Scaea fell back, shocked. She did not know what was happening to him. The Qunari then opened his eyes and gasped "We have to tell them... Finding the mages... Killing them... It won't be enough..."
Relieved he was awake but noticing he was still bleeding from beneath his armour Scaea quickly grabbed one of her daggers, slicing through the straps holding his breast plait in place. Removing the armour she saw the grim sight that some of his ribs had snapped clean and punctured through his muscled skin. The Orliesian mage then quickly began to heal the wounds. --Xsari (Talk) 11:48, September 16, 2014 (GMT)
As Drakk's voice echoed out across the field, he reached down and plucked a cold steel staff from the fingers of a Venatori Mage. He looked up in time to see Scaea being thrown from the high battlements. No one else was close enough to help and she'd break her neck if she hit the ground at that speed. Drawing on the small enchanted power of the staff, he summoned a telekinetic one of pulsing power to slow the Dwarf's descent to the ground. After righting herself, she sprinted across the field and planted a kiss on his cheek, though smearing him with a little blood. "Thanks Robes, I owe you." He chuckled and nodded.
After she quickly dispatched her near-killer, she asked where the Qunari Deakial had gone. Drakk looked to where he had seen the young female Mage healing him and pointed. They both moved quickly to Deakial's side. As Scaea knelt beside her friend, Drakk watched their surroundings. The Inquisition soldiers were quickly falling back around them, but many were dying in the attempt. Though no new enemies were coming through the gates there were still so many. Drakk willed more power from the borrowed staff, then slammed it to the ground releasing a Mind wave spell. The shockwave threw back or stunned the nearest few lines of demons and Venatori around them.
Suddenly Deakial started shouting. "What's happening to him?" Said Scaea. Drakk knelt beside and extended a hand over the Qunari's head. "He's dreaming. His mind is in the Fade. Perhaps something is keeping him there. We have to get him out of it, but maybe we can carry him back to the Keep." The young female Mage tending him nodded. "I've mostly healed his ribs. Normally I wouldn't advise movement, but it has to be better than staying here." She said. "Right. We need to regroup with the others at the hall and heal our wounded. Hela! I need you to carry Deakial, you're the only one strong enough to lift him." Hela snorted, or maybe it was a growl, but she came over and hefted Deakial over her back. "Fine. Let's move if we're moving, so I can drop this fool as soon as possible." SenjiBen (talk) 00:26, September 17, 2014 (UTC)
Lord Cousland sat at the table of the banquet hall, nervously twiddling his thumbs awaiting the news. The rogue Jestfor paced up and down, occasionally looking from the balcony to the battle below. "This is getting ridiculous" the young lord thought to himself. "I can't just sit here any longer and wait for Clièl and Marinellia to return while the others fight and my fortress falls around me." He suddenly stood, getting Jestfor's attention. "My friend we have waited long enough! It's time we go out and join the fight with my men." A large grin spread across Jestfor's face. "As you say my lord, I am very much looking forward to teaching those Venatori bastards a lesson!" he replied.
Lord Cousland left to don his battle gear, returning in shining silverite armor with a matching sword and tower shield. Inscribed upon the chest plate and shield was the Cousland heraldry. As he walked forward he saw by the look on the rogue's face that something new had occurred. "My lord" said Jestfor. "Your forces have been ordered to fall back to the Keep. To me it sounded as though the Ferelden advisor Drakk was giving the order."
Before Lord Cousland could reply the remainder of the original party rushed back into the hall with a young human mage. Some of them were bloodied and injured, the mage Deakial slumped over the back of the fierce warrior Hela. Turning to face them the young lord gave a look of concern. "What news do you bring?" he asked.
(OOC: At this point with Lord Cousland and Jestfor I think anyone should voice them if they want to. Darion and Friendly can come back and change things if they feel like it. Also have decided to name the Orliesian mage I created as Gelphine de Montfort, though haven't added her name yet. She's a niece of Duke Prosper de Montfort from MotA and is originally from the circle of Montsimmard. She has long straight dark brown hair tied back in a loose bun, light brown eyes and pale skin. She wears simple blue circle robes and wields a steel circle mage staff.) --Xsari (Talk) 19:54, September 17, 2014 (GMT)
Part 9[]
Hela dumped Deakial onto the table. He cried out a shallow cry of pain as she did. "Saarebas! Tell them what you have learned!"
Deakial struggled to get up properly by himself. His ribs were still puncturing through his chest, bleeding more. The orlesian mage, Gelphine, doing what she could to help him. "My contact in the fade... When I passed out... The spirit told me that there are a band of pride demons hard at work creating tears from within the fade." He winced in pain, the words were too much to say.
"There are mages here too... Together, they create a powerfu--" He began coughing up blood. His wound becoming more serious, Gelphine had to steady him. "My lord inquisitor. You must be careful. Your body cannot sustain you if you continue to with this pointless perseverance. LAY DOWN! NOW!"
Deakial did as she commanded. He continued to talk, slowly. Making sure the mage would not scold him again. "Together, they have created a powerful link. They have created a bridge of sorts. Within the area of effect, the veil is almost non-existent." Gelphine began casting a powerful healing spell, it forced Deakials broken rib back into position causing him to scream out in agony.
"Destro.... Destroying the forces of one side will not destroy the effect... We must split into two groups. One will go into the fade, kill the demons. The other group... --AGHHH-- they... they must kill the mages." Gelphine had begun stitching his wound back together. It had been a long time since Deakial had been wounded this badly. "With a mage on each side, we should be able to restore the veil. The spirits should be willing to help us." That final sentence was one that many of the occupants in the hall were not overly fond to hear. Demons were invading the world, and because of this they did not always see spirits as anything different other than a demon in disguise. 19:32, September 17, 2014 (UTC)
meanwhile cliel marinellia and leitin finally reached the the hall. "we appologize for the delay, we ran into some bit of trouble." cliel turned to lord cousland " from what we gathered, there is an army of venatori mages beyond the walls , they summon tears around the keep, and i believe we have been surrounded by it." marinellia showed the map to lord cousland "these are the locations. but i think there's no way for us to go directly into these tears, without being overwhelmed by the venatori." "it's too dangerous not to mention, foolish to go head on with these mages. we need an...argh!" leitin yelped in pain as the pain reliever started to wear off. " hey take it easy.." marinellia went to his aid, she looked around the hall to see a woman healing deakial. she held leitin's arm around her shoulders and slowly walked towards the healer's direction. --Cookiecousland (talk) 06:24, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk mused on Deakial's words for some time, while the others tended to the wounded. "Indeed." He said into the silence and everyone turned towards him. "It should be Mages going into the Fade. The Fade is what you make of it, and Mages can shape it better than most. A warrior's might and weapons count next to nothing. No, we need the warriors on this side of the veil to defend the Keep and kill the Blood Mages here holding the tears open." He tossed aside the frigid steel staff he had liberated from the Venatori and retrieved his own Sylvanwood one that he'd left lying against the banquet table. He then pulled out all the remaining phials and flasks of Lyrium potions from his belt. They were going to need all of it. "I volunteer to be one of the one's to enter the Fade. But I can't do this alone. Who else will join me?" SenjiBen (talk) 09:23, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
Pleased with her work Gelphine stepped back from Deakial. "You should be fine now my lord" she said with a smile. Seeing Marinellia bring Leitin forward she took a lyrium potion from her belt to replenish her power and began healing his burns. "There may be some scaring" she said to him. "I hope you are not overly vain."
Lord Cousland turned to Drakk after the mage's suggestion. "Surely not only mages can be of use in the fade? I know a little from what my late wife Clare told me about the veil. She said if it were weak enough then non-mages could enter through it physically and still be as strong as they are in our world. Of course with the assistance of a mage as well but it is possible. With that I volunteer as well, I refuse to sit on the sidelines again. This is my home and I will defend it with all my strength. I recommend Deakial join us as well, if he is well enough. We could use his expertise with spirits."
The dwarf Scaea then spoke. "I volunteer as well, I want to see for myself what this Fade you mages are so fond of is all about."
(OOC: Darion mentioned he wanted a scene about his wife and Scaea so I have an idea that in the fade he'll have a fade nightmare about his wife Clare where Scaea will recognise her from when she helped the dwarf out in Darion's friend fiction.) --Xsari (Talk) 13:05, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
"Thank you lass." Deakial thanked his healer. He was still weakened by the pain of the stitching, but he knew were he to go into the fade he would return to his former strength.
"I will go into the fade with you, aye. Resilience, the spirit, will only speak with me. She will guide us to the demons, hopefully she will be able to so with ease." Deakial looked at Drakk and the amount of lyrium. "I fear what we have is only enough for two to go through. I know the spells we need to get Scaea and Darion through, as well as any others who wish to join, but... it will take blood magic, which I am not pleased about needing to use." Deakial grabbed his half-filled horn of mead that he had left on the table. Gelphine looked at him scoldingly, as if to say 'you should not be drinking in your state'.
"We have plenty of blood, I can use the corpses from outside. But our bodies will remain here defenceless, our minds will enter the fade. Know this, if we fall there we will not return. If we die here, we will remain trapped beyond the veil. I suggest that those who follow me into the fade retreat to a more secure room. We barricade ourselves inside, and I will perform the spell. We will fall into a comatose state, and enter the fade. My lord, is there a room suitable for our needs?" Deakial explained the spell as best he could, then questioned Lord Cousland about a suitable room for the spell.
"There is one room. The vault. It houses the possessions of my... my late wife. It is nigh impenetrable." Lord Cousland had to fight to hold back a tear. Any thoughts of his late wife greatly saddened him.
"Then it is settled. Who will be staying here and hunting the mages?" Deakial asked the group, each one carefully thinking about what path they would take. "Whoever stays here, Jericho will follow and obey, just don't let him die..." Jericho nibbled at Deakial's longcoat, the beast was dripping with blood.
(OOC: Sorry about the need for blood magic, I'm planning on using that to develop the in-fade part of the story involving my character, a demon will taunt him about the last time he used it.) 12:46, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin stood up ignoring the pain. "I think it would be best for me Cliel Marinellia to lead the group on the outside we have already been out there so we know the way of the land any one else who want to join is up to you tho I would recommended having Hela join us her skill and military mind would be best use to us out here then in the fade but that's up to her."--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:22, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
"Agreed" Hela sternly replied to Leitin. "I have no interest in joining the Saarebus anyway, I'll go with the elves. I also recommend the scaled dog, the Orliesian girl and the strange man with the ridiculous grin and hair", she pointed at Jestfor, "accompany us as well. I'd like the see what "skills" he actually has and I am sick of seeing him doing nothing of significance."
Lord Cousland nodded "So be it, I will order my captain of the guard Captain Brock to station some men infront the vault for extra protection when we enter the fade. I do not like the idea of using such evil magic to get through the veil, but if it is the only way then we must."
Gelphine then shook her head with concern. "We should even the groups more. Three mages in the fade would be better then three on the field. I would volunteer myself but my skills are better suited here. I think one of the elf mages should acompany the fade group to give them a better chance for success." --Xsari (Talk) 15:35, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
Lord Cousland ducked out to a servants hall momentarily. Drakk turned to Deakial while the others discussed who would go with which group. "As much as I hate to admit it, I can help you with the Blood Magic ritual. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but I've already collected some flasks of blood from the enemy." He extracted a couple of shimmering glass beakers filled with sickly red. "There was a reason I was..." Drakk stopped. No, this wasn't the time to talk about it. "Never mind. We are ready." Lord Cousland returned with four soldiers and a heavy wrought iron keyring that held only two thick nearly rusted key. "This is Captain Brock." He said pointing to one of the soldiers. "And these two keys will get us into the Vault. We are ready as well." Drakk nodded and turned back to the others. "So, does everyone know where they're going?" SenjiBen (talk) 00:37, September 19, 2014 (UTC)
"Well I guess I'm stuck with the grumpy madam then" said Jestfor looking at Hela as Drakk talked with Deakial. "Think she's so angrey all the time because she hasn't, say, bashed her horns with anyone in a long while."
Hela gave him a cold stare. "If things weren't so dire right now fool I'd smash that stupid grin off you're face with a single punch!"
"Oooooh sounds exciting!" the rouge jested. "I like a woman with some fire in her!"
"Enough!" Leitin shouted. "Jestfor stop antagonising her, we need to organise a stable plan and not waste any more time!"
Drakk then turned from Deakial to everyone asking if they all knew which group they were going with.
"I'm hoping Flowers will come into the fade with us" said Scaea looking at the young elf. "She's so cute the demons will just stare in awe at her while we attack them from behind. It's the perfect strategy!" she winked at Marinellia making the girl blush, though it was intended more in an encouraging way then a flirtatious one. --Xsari (Talk) 02:18, September 19, 2014 (GMT)
"Did I not just say why it would be better for Marinellia Cliel to help us out here they know the way of the land and where the mages are hiding the choice is up to them but it's better for all of us if they fight outside then in the fade."--Jdgjordan (talk) 12:03, September 19, 2014 (UTC)
"You did" Gelphine said cooly as she pulled Leitin back down, making him sit, and continued to heal his back. "Stop moving so much, you will make the burns worse!" Returning to her initial statement she said. "However we have the maps Marinellia drew so we know the locations. We do not need three guides to find the mages. I just thought it would give the fade group a better advantage if they had an extra mage but it is up to Clièl and Marinellia to decide. Just one though, not both." --Xsari (Talk) 20:12, September 19, 2014 (GMT)
Clièl gnashed his teeth. Something wasn´t right. He felt a presence near him, like a distant whisper brought by a cold wind. He looked around but could´t constitude why he felt that way. There was something with them in this room, cloaked from his very eye. Whatever it was, it had heared everything they just planned.
Gelphine just ended her argumentation: "Just one though, not both" She looked back and forth between Marinellia and him. "I´ll stay" the Dalish whispered, just thinking out loud. "What did you just say?" Gelphine asked him. "I will stay and fight on the battlefield" Clièl said. This time his voice was loud and clear. His mind once again drifted away to the presence which disappeared from the room, as he tried to spot it again. The elf focused: "With my abilitys I can fight every single mage out there. Besides I have some experience with fade-rifts. If any of them stay open after one of the mages dies who caused them, I am able to close them either way"
This was just one of the reasons. Clièl didn´t get rid of the feeling he knew the presence. He had felt it somewhere before. The elf was relieved that some of his companions nodded aprovingly. The First of Arlithor stepped over to Marinellia: "I know you can do it. That is if you want to go to the fade" He leaned a bit to be able to whisper in her ear: "By the way, I am not mad that you threw up on me. It is nothing a good bath couldn´t solve"
He walked towards Hela, who looked at him skeptic. He smiled a little as he realised, that she still tried to appraise him.
(OOC: Yes I´m still there. Don´t know how constant I can bring up new posts though. I´ll just try...^^ Thought it might be interesting to bring up a villain-type character to give the enemy a face. This one is related to the story of my character. Hope you guys like the idea.) --Lethelin (talk) 12:11, September 21, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk nodded. "Then it's decided. We need Marinella's help to enter the Fade. Let's head to the Vault." Lord Cousland led the way with Marinella and Scaea behind him, Drakk and Deakial were next muttering quietly together about the ritual. Captain Brock and the guards followed at the rear. They descended several flights of stairs until they came to a set of giant steel doors. Lord Cousland stepped forward and took one key off the ring, passing it to Brock. They both put their keys in and turned them. The metal groaned as the locks pulled back and the great doors swung inward. Inside there was a mausoleum of things the late Lady Cousland had used and lived with. Scaea's eyes narrowed as she saw what was once an amazing portrait on the wall now covered in dust, the figure looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.
A small, old dining table sat alone in the centre of the room, the Mages unloaded their vials of blood and Lyrium onto it's surface and turned to the others. "We're ready to get started." Said Deakial. Lord Cousland nodded in reply and turned to Brock. "Captain, you stay in here and watch over us, have your men stand guard outside." "Yes Milord." He replied. Then after the other guards had left, the Captain closed and bolted the steel door. Drakk looked to Marinella and Deakial. "Alright. Let's begin." SenjiBen (talk) 05:42, September 22, 2014 (UTC)
Lord Cousland felt uneasy he had no idea what to expect in the Fade. It was actuly scary to him, and for a warrior that was a big deal. The Fade he only knew of what his wife late Clair told him about it. Being back in this room with all of her stuff brought back so many painful memorys. He walked up to her picture on the wall. The picture depicted a young, beutaful, woman with black curly hair and brown eyes. The picture smiled back at Lord Cousland with a happy, joyfilled smile; as if Clair was sending her love from beyond the grave. Memorys rushed back his last memorys of her. He rememberd being in the Denerim Chantry fighting a fierce battle with Knight Captian Fraizer. He remebered seeing his Clare, a Seeker, and a female dwarf he never got a good look fighting off the other Templars. His men were just cleaning out the last of the Templars. Thats when it happend he looked back for one second only to be caught off gaurd and knowked to the ground by a blow from Knight Captain Fraizer. He had the wind knowed out of him and was unable to get back up for many seconds. It happened so fast Knight Captain Fraizer was about to land the final blow when Clare blasted him to the wall with powerful magic. He recoverd faster than she expected and rushed over. She stepped in front of Lord Cousland, but she was no mach for Fraizer at close range. She tryed blocking his blows with her staff, but he soon over powered her knowking the staff from her hands. Fraizer grabed her by the neck and stabbed her through the gut. He then slamed her to the ground. Both the Dwarf woman and the Seeker tryed and failed to stop Fraizer. Both failing and being knowked to the ground. Lord Cousland filled with rage and sorrow got up and rushed Fraizer parrieing all of his blows and jamming his blade through the Knight Captains gut ending his life. It all took only a few minutes. Clair died not long after that day in the arms of Lord Cousland. Snapping back to reality he touched the picture with his hand. "I'm sorry I was not strong enough to save you" he whisperd to himself; a tear rolling down his eye. He wiped the tear away. This is not the time to ingage in self pitty he thought. His home was being attacked. They needed a leader and now he to be strong. He noticed Scaea looking at the picture with a hard to read exspression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking about; he made a mental note to talk to her when the battle was over. Turning to the mages he said. "How long to exspect this to take."(Darion Cousland (talk) 13:04, September 24, 2014 (UTC))
Part 10[]
Deakial and Drakk stood by the table, the vials of blood displayed before them. "This will do. I will use my own blood to catalyze the spell. It will hopefully stop us from being trapped in the fade. Should my body die here, you will all be pulled back through the veil" Deakial pulled out his knife and place it on the table. Drakk did the same. "Should anything happen to me... You will need to leave here, and repair the veil from this side. Resilience will save my spirit, she will support my weakened state and help me seal the breach from their side." Deakial did not like the idea of being trapped in the fade, but he was curious to discover what would happen were he able to reach the rift and come through...
"How long do we expect this ritual to take?" Lord Cousland asked. "It should not take long. The preparation is short. I will need each of you to remove any helmets. I...er..I have to smear blood on your face" Deakial picked up his knife, as well as Drakks, and sliced open the palm of his hand. He dabbed two fingers into the flood of red that spilled out from beneath the skin. With one motion, he smeared the blood across his face, starting from the center of his forehead, he curled the motion so that the blood ran into his mouth. Were he to return from this excursion, he would be greatly weakened, possibly out of the fight for good afterwards.
Drakk was next, Deakial made the same motion with his hand. Then Marinellia, then Scaea. Last up was Lord Cousland. He removed his helm and placed it on a small dresser, then Deakial finished completing the marking. "Now, I need you all to lay down in a circle, leave enough room for me to sit between you." They all obliged. Each person laid down with their feet pointing away from Deakial. Drakk placed the vials of blood inside the lyrium potions, and then put them down to rest in between the feet of everyone laying down, he then took his place. Deakial opened his hands, focusing on the glass containers. Then he closed them, shattering each container at the same time. That shocked everyone as the bloodied lyrium liquid began pooling about their feet. "Is... Is it just me or are your feet beginning to freeze?" Deakial had begun freezing the liquid, creating a frosted circle around everyone that had hints of red and blue.
"Brock. Ready your sword. Should my blood reach the edge of that circle, you have permission to cut my head off. Just... watch the horns." With that final statement, Deakial shoved Drakks dagger through his left arm, then he put his own into his right. "Ahae maevahris." For a split second, Marinellia was shocked that Deakial could speak the old elvish tongue. Then the world went black. And everyone woke in the Fade.
"...I told you not to come here bargainer..." Deakial opened his eyes, the familiar world of the fade before him, and the voice of an old adversary taunting him.
(OOC: Feel free to shift the positioning of the ritual, or add to it if you want. Also, though it would be nice to have an enemy familiar to my character involved, since he's attracted to my use of blood magic...) 14:38, September 24, 2014 (UTC)
Scaea was very pleased that Marinellia had to decided to enter the fade with them. She found the elf girl absolutely adorable and greatly looked forward to working with her.
As they entered the vault Scaea noticed a painting of Lord Cousland's dead wife. The portrait was covered in dust and she couldn't make out the woman's features. She did noticed however the long black curls of hair that cascaded down Lady Cousland's shoulders. They reminded her of an old friend she had traveled with around four years before, a young Antivan mage who she had only know as "Curls". Hearing Deakial say they were ready to start Scaea moved away from the painting to join the others.
The ritual seemed very strange to the dwarf as Drakk and Deakial worked. She leaned over to ask Marinellia if she knew what was going on but the elf replied that she had no knowledge of blood magic. The Qunari then approached Scaea and asked her to remove her hood. As she complied he smeared blood across her face, which she wasn't overly thrilled about but accepted it. As they were told to lay in a circle around Deakial her curiosity of the Fade peaked. She had always wondered what it would look like. Then everything faded to black.
Opening her eyes she found herself in a world where the sky was green and land floated above and off in the distance. Looking around she suddenly realised she was alone and wearing a simple green dress with her hair unbraided down her back. "A dress?" she thought in shocked. "What's happening? Where am I?" Dread suddenly crept into her mind as she remembered the last time she had worn such an outfit. Twelve years before when she had been sixteen. A wooden door suddenly formed in front of her. Feeling uncontrollably drawn to it she instantly forgot her lost companions. She opened the door and entered.
She emerged in an ordinary bedroom, one that she remembered well. Laying in the bed was her father, dying. He looked up at her, his face deathly pale and a hand stretched out towards her. "My dear girl" he croaked. "Please come sit by my side." Tears welled up in her eyes as she did what he asked. This was her worst fear, seeing her beloved father die again. She took his hand. "How did you not see?" he asked her. Confused by the question she replied "See what father?" His eyes darkened "Ah you foolish girl, you haven't yet worked it out. Tordrik poisoned me, why else do you think I suddenly grew ill?" The words felt like a dagger stabbing her heart, she couldn't believe she had been so stupid. Her father had been fit as Bronto days before he had died. She gave into the tears as they rolled down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry father! I failed you!" she cried. But he was already dead. Cold laughter suddenly assaulted her ears. Turning she saw her brother Tordrik standing in the doorway, or in reality the demon that portrayed him. His eyes glowed red with evil. "My dear sister" he cackled. "Naive as always. Rot here with our father, you have now failed in more ways then you know." With that the demon slammed the door behind it. Rushing over Scaea tried to open the door, kicking it and clawing at it with her hands. It was no use though, she was trapped. She fell to the ground sobbing. She was alone and all seemed lost... (OOC: Sorry this is a bit long, not killing Scaea off btw but someone needs to save her! Hope no one minds me separating her from the fade group, just wanted to show a fear demon terrorising her with her past) --Xsari (Talk) 17:17, September 24, 2014 (GMT)
They must have been a strange sight to the men of the Inquisition, waiting outside the hall of Skyhold. A female qunari soldier, a constantly smiling rogue, a young circle mage and two elven men. One with partly burned clothes and skin. The other one with clothes partly vomited at. In addition to that, they were followed by the white wyvern Jericho. It was as if somebody tried to make a bad joke perfect. They looked curious, but didn´t say a word. Hela picked out the four remaining commandants between the few dozen soldiers, that were not killed by the Venatori by now. "Get over here and listen carefully" she barked. Clièl placed the maps, which Marinellia had drawn before, on the ground and started his report: "As you all know we are here" he pointed on the map: "At the inner walls. The enemy has occupied parts of the keep. Here,..." he pointed at six different spots within the walls of Skyhold: "And two bigger camps at the outside. These apper to be their base of operation. But before we can take the battle to them, we need to get rid of the foes within reach. On the other hand we need to defend the fortress and keep the Venatori away from our companions. I recommend splitting in two groups. Our main force will be led by Hela. She is a great fighter and has insight to the wartactics of the Qun. I will lead a second small group. While the enemy tries to take Skyhold, the second group will fall into their backs, striking them down with quick guerillia-attacks. Each of the six points I mentioned earlier in the keep holds a tear in the veil. The Venatori can draw backup from the fade, creating a force which cannot be hold back forever. My group kills every mage near these six points. After that we regroup with the main force, strengthen our position and retake the gates. After that, we´ll destroy them"
Clièl adressed one of the commanders: "Sort out your five best scouts and place them under my command" the man bowed and walked towards his soldiers. After that the elf spoke to his fellow companions: "Jestfor should follow me, while Gelphine and Jericho stay to back Hela up" The wyvern tried to lick Hela, but was pushed aside haevily. The First of Arlithor looked at the qunari: "You need to fend them off until we return. Hold your ground, give them nothing" She gave him an evil grin: "Who do you think youre talking to?" Clièl laughed: "Alright. Leitin..." he placed his hand on the shoulder of his friend: "You must decide whether you follow me or stay here to defend the inner walls. I cannot judge how bad you have been wounded, since I am an awful healer to begin with. If you say, that you won´t slow us down feel free to come with me, but if that is not possible please stay and help the soldiers with youre arrows" The commander returned with five men behind him, each of them equipped with knives, daggers, a bow and some arrows. Cliél asked one last time: "Now Leitin... what do you say?" --Lethelin (talk) 18:08, September 24, 2014 (UTC)
Drakk watched as Deakial plunged daggers into each arm, as the blood trickled down his arms and dripped off his fingers. Drakk could feel the power, the blood and Lyrium sang as they mingled, an unbearable hum that he was losing his focus in. He vaguely remembered his part. He started channeling the mana through their circle of companions, especially the non-magic wielders. The hum grew louder and louder until it was all Drakk could see or hear in his mind. What had they done? Would they regret the use of Blood Magic? Was his last thought. And then everything went black.
He awoke. He looked around, a black, broken and uneven ground stretched out over a small floating island. Everything had a green tinge, even the kaleidoscope of colours of the sky. And at the edge of his vision things blurred and faded, as though his perception of it was what made it real. He leaned on his staff, though it wasn't really his staff. He could have conjured the idea of a grander staff, but he found this one comforting, even if it was only a memory. Suddenly the ground started twisting and shifting, he toppled to his knees, when he looked again the ground was made of neat stone tiles. He brought his hands up only to find them shackled.
Then there was a voice, familiar and terrifying. "Ha ha ha! Fool! Not only are you a maleficar, but you would spread that knowledge to the pupils of the Tower. Would that the Knight-Commander let me hang you, but we must know how many you've corrupted." It was the Knight-Captain of the Ferelden Circle Tower. The man kicked Drakk hard in the ribs and sent him rolling. He closed his eyes, wracked with pain from the steel boot. The Templar drew his blade and placed it against Drakk's neck. "You will tell me before you die!" (OOC: I decided to roll with Xari's dream seperation thing like the Fade section in DA:O. Thought it would be interesting if all our characters get trapped in their own nightmares.) SenjiBen (talk) 00:53, September 25, 2014 (UTC)
"Bargainer..." Deakial thought. I have not been called that name in a long time. Deakial found himself alone on an island of the fade. Spires twisted into the sky forming a sinister structure before him. His spirit friend was nowhere to be seen. She promised she would be there to guide him. As he looked around he found he carried nothing. His only attire a pair of breeches, worn and left in tatters. "What is going on... Where is everyone..." Deakial muttered to himself. He tried to will into existence a staff and proper attire. Nothing.
"Baragainer. This is my realm. You have no power here. Now... what shall I do with you..." The voice rang out across the island. The spires twisted further. They grew and grew until the world became black. Then... there was light. A single candle floated before him. "Come Saarebas. It is time for your coronation..."
Before Deakial knew what was happening he was knelt before his father. A knife in his fathers hand, he stood so tall he blocked out the sun. "My son. You have been found to be Saarebas." Deakial could see around the room, there were numerous Qunari officials. "You have murdered your mother with your foul words. You will be sealed. No evil will spill from your tongue again. I am sorry." His father raised the knife, the officials in the room nodded. Two qunari soldiers held him still. Deakial found himself chained, his hands tied behind his back, his mouth sewed shut.
He could not speak. He could not scream as his father took the knife and began sawing off his horns. It was agony, unbearable pain that no being should ever have to suffer. No son should have to suffer this atrocity from their father. The right horn broke off and fell to the ground. "No! This is not how it was. This is not real. This is only what could have been!" Deakial told himself through the pain. But it was done. His horns had fallen to the ground, and his father smiled.
With that Deakial tore apart his sewn mouth and screamed. It shattered the illusion, revealing the beast that stood before him. Tall, slender, tentacled dreadlocks. A blood red hue to his skin. "De...mon..." His horns still laid on the ground, his mouth still filled with blood from the wound. Out of instinct he spat the blood from his mouth onto the demons face. The demon fell back, and Deakial found his hands were free. Regardless of what the demon had said, blood was still blood and blood held power. Deakial raised his arm, and the demon with it.
"You... Where is your master... Where are my companions..." Deakial could barely manage to speak the words through his shredded lips. As the blood began worming its way inside the demons skull, it screamed, but Deakial did not care. "ARRRGHHH" The demon screeched, shaking the very ground Deakial stood upon. The blood turned to acid with a flick of Deakial's wrist. Blood magic held unrivaled power when compared to regular, lyrium fueled magic. "You will get no answers from me bargainer! You will not kill the betrayer either. He will soon be beyond your reach!" The demon screamed one last time, as Deakial clenched his fist. The blood, that had wormed its way inside the demon, ripped apart the monster from the inside. It's lifeless shreds splattered the room.
As the blood and flesh slugged down the walls of the room, the twisted island began to unfold. Resilience glided down before him. "I knew you would survive child, you are stronger than anyone could possibly comprehend. I am sorry I could not warn you. They discovered our intentions. Your friends have been trapped in a realm of nightmare. You must save them." Deakial looked down at his arms, his veins were glowing a deep red. The spell was still working, but for how long he did not know. "There is no time for heroics, spirit. Lead me to the betrayer."
(OOC: Sorry for the length of this entry. Just thought I'd get my nightmare over with. Also, since my character reused blood magic, it unlocked the forgotten/buried vengeance he harbored for his fathers death, and now hes on a mission to destroy the Demon of Betrayal. Thought this demon could also be involved in other nightmares, or is the big bad in the fade story, maybe we are somehow tied together by his influence. Also, I know I've altered my personality a bit now, but the thought of vengeance changes people as does blood magic. Thought it would be an opportunity for people to stop me being on the warpath or something.) 13:37, September 25, 2014 (UTC)
Marinellia found the blood ritual both fascinating and terrifying. As Deakial rubbed the blood across her face she nearly vomited, though thankfully after the incident with Clièl she had none left in her stomach. When Scaea asked if she knew what the Qunari mage was doing Marinellia replied that she had no knowledge of blood magic, though in truth she knew a little from the warnings given by the Keeper. She took a deep breath and remembered the words Clièl had last said to her "I know you can do it." Taking comfort in the words she laid down with the others around Deakial as he completed the spell. "I will lethallin" she said in her mind. "Dareth shiral." She prayed to the Creators to keep Clièl, Leitin and everyone else safe. Then everything faded to black.
Opening her eyes she found herself in the familiar realm of the Fade, known as the Beyond by the Dalish. She had visited it many times with the Keeper during her training as First, teachings in which she had learned to conquer the tricks placed by demons. Looking around she realised she was alone but still wearing her robes and her staff in hand. She prepared herself for the advancing threat as the world shifted around her, forming into something different.
(OOC: Since Cookie hasn't posted in a while I've decided to make a start with her character in the fade. However i don't really have any idea where to take Marinellia's fade nightmare, other than she will conquer it on her own like Deakial (though without the blood magic part). Need some help if anyone has any ideas? Also if you come back Cookie feel free to edit this how you want.) --Xsari (Talk) 01:15, September 27, 2014 (GMT)
"Tell me! Growled the Templar. He drove Drakk back up against the wall with his blade. "I swear, I'm not a Malificar. Not in the true sense. I know things of Blood magic, but have never practiced it. I simply believe it is a fools sin to ignore an entire school of magic! How can we hope to learn from our mistakes or improve our resistance to it, if we do not study it?" The Templar pulled the blade away from Drakk's neck, but didn't sheath it. "A nice idea. But you could easily be lying. We can't trust you. You could be the puppet to some Spirit, and may have been for some time." Why say Spirt? Thought Drakk, Templars may be arrogant, but they knew the difference between Spirits and Demons.
"I taught some of my students in the hopes that if they knew the risks and sacrifices necessary for Blood magic, they'd be less drawn to it." The Knight-Captain sighed. "Then if you and they truely have nothing worth hiding, tell me which ones you taught." Drakk shook his head. "I can't... One of them made a mistake, he did use Blood magic as a weapon. But I don't want them all mistreated because one man wanted to escape with his love." The Templar breathed deeply through the nose. "Jowan." It wasn't a question.
"Yes." The Templar's face twisted. "Tell me now! Who are the others? Give me what I want!" Drakk tried to concentrate, to remember the names. But he found his mind was clouded, as though something didn't want him to remember. What did the Templar want? "Why did you say Spirit?" The man was taken aback. "What?" "Why say 'puppet of a Spirit'? Templars know the difference. What Demons are you hiding Knight-Captain?" The man stretched his blade out again. "There is only one Demon here, I'm looking at him." "No." Replied Drakk. "I am." Drakk reached his shackled hands out and gripped the blade then pulled his hands down it. Blood flowed freely and Drakk summoned its unique power, casting a wall of force at the man before him.
The so called Templar flew backwards through the air. The small stone cell seemed to stretch to impossible lengths and the man stopped midair before colliding with the door. As he was suspended, he began morphing. With flashed of light and growling, suddenly a grotesque figure stood in his place. A mass of slime given form, on one stem like leg with malevolent green eyes and writhing worm-like appendages. A Sloth Demon. SenjiBen (talk) 00:01, September 29, 2014 (UTC)
Lord Cousland awoke in an unfimilliar place. He was in a misty place filled with a strange pinkish hew. For some strange reason there was a door in front of him. He went close to the door inside he could hear sobbing. Someone was in danger. He tryed to open the door, but it was locked. He cursed. Getting a firm hold on the door he swung his sword at the lock breaking it. He rushed into the door the room. He found scaea on the floor sobbing. "Scaea are you ok?" "Go away!" she screamed kikking out with her feet. "Scaea it's me" he said. "Just stay away from me!" she screamed. "Scaea look at me" he said. "I don't want to" she cried. "Scaea it's ok just trust me." Scaea looked up at him up with teary eyes. "Lord Cousland is that you."Call me Darion, and yes it's me are you ok; can you stand." She nodded and he helped her up. "What's going on" she said. "We are in the Fade, and it looks like you got tortuerd by a demon" he said. Scaea holsterd her daggers and said "Last thing I remember I was looked in this room by my brother, and oh darn Fear Demon that ugly thing is going to pay next time I see him." Scaea said. "Well it looks like we have some time before he comes. Let's set a trap we will fight him together." Said Darion. "You would do that for me Gentel.Why?" She said finaly decideing to give him his own nickname. "Because I hate waching friends suffer." He said. Scaea smiled and said "Right let's get started. I know a trap that needs making and two daggers that have an ugly Fear Demons name on it." They both laughed and then started working. (Darion Cousland (talk) 15:28, September 29, 2014 (UTC))
Part 11[]
Resilience created an altar in front of Deakial. It seemed that things weren't so easily conjured in the fade as he had thought. "Child, this will take you to the nexus. But I will not help with your vengeance. That is too dark a road to walk down. Many have done so before you-" The spirit was cut short, she turned her eyes towards the skies, she sensed something. A powerful force coming their way.
"Go. Now. Your wretched blood magic has brought attracted more attention than you know." The spirit took Deakial's hand and placed it on the altar, instantaneously he was transported across the fade. He arrived on a large island. Layered, it descended deep into an abyss. Deep in the dark he could see flashes of light, the demons and their ritual he thought. As he lent over the cavernous abyss, he could see the greatness of the threat at hand. Thousands of demons funneled their way to sundering veil, preparing their assault on the real world. "The size of this force... those we left behind will be annihilated..." Deakial whispered to himself.
Having realized he could not do it alone, he heeded the spirits words. Vengeance was not a path to take, not now at least, and definitely not alone. He looked across the fade, towards the twisted and towering city, always in the distance. Then he looked to the archipelago of demonic islands surrounding him. "My blood is on each of you, friends. My blood will lead me to you." Deakial conjured up a staff. The staff of his mentor, tipped by a sharp blue steel blade it focused magical power while looking like a spear. Then he took his hand and wiped it across his mouth, taking the blood oozing out of his torn stitched mouth and casting it onto the floor. The blood bubbled for a few seconds. Deakial thought who to find first, the elf girl or the arcane advisor...
"Drakk..." Deakial said, as he did the blood began to race off. Deakial chased after it.
(OOC: Decided against the whole one man army thing, but I still want to follow that revenge story, so for now Deakial will just search for, and help if you want, the other characters.) 19:09, October 1, 2014 (UTC)
With the illusion shattered Drakk stood, no longer shackled. He willed his staff back to his side. "A passable attempt creature." He muttered at the Demon before him. "My apologies Enchanter. Call me Fatigue. Forgive my intrusion into your memories, I desired a taste of your power and life. But I knew I would not hold you for long." Drakk shook his head. "So they say about your kind. So how should we settle this? Will you flee or attempt to possess me?" The Demon raised an appendage approximating an eyebrow. "Neither. I care not to run, nor do I seek to enter the mortal world." Drakk stroked his chin and paced. "I can't believe I'm considering this, but perhaps you can be of some help."
The creature's eyes flashed. "A deal then? That would be preferable. But there's a price." "Of course. You're not in the best bargaining position, but I don't want have to search the entire Fade for my companions. Help me find them and I'll pay your price." The Demon's 'mouth' twisted into a grin. Then it growled, flashed and morphed back into the form of the Knight-Captain. He then turned and conjured a door before it. "Follow me then."
Just before entering the portal Drakk heard a whisper. "Drakk..." Like someone had called him from far away, though distance was relative in the Fade. He found himself idly scratching a tingle on his face. He pulled his hand away and looked at his fingers, dry crusted blood was under his nails. Deakial's ritual blood, it was shimmering slightly. Strange. He thought. Is Deakial free? What is doing? Drakk shook his head again and proceeded through the portal. (OOC: I'm all good for Drakk and Deakial meeting up btw, was just Drakk expressinig confusion ;] ) SenjiBen (talk) 23:18, October 1, 2014 (UTC)
The cosy little cottage seemed real enough. It was decorated in a familiar Dalish style with a warm fire burning in front of an inviting chair. But Marinellia knew it wasn't real. Her eyes flitted around the room, searching for the creator of this lie. It didn't take long before the demon revealed its self, masked in the appearance of the lovely Clièl.
He entered through the door leading from the kitchen with a kind smile on his face. "My love" he said with open arms. "I'm glad to see that your business as the new Keeper hasn't kept you away for long. Look at you, as beautiful as the day I met you. The children have missed you greatly."
She put up a hand as he reached her. "Enough! You don't fool me."
His face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about Mari? It's me, your husband. Are you tired, you must be exhausted from your long travels. Here take my hand, I'll make you a relaxing bath and we'll go to bed. The children are away with your mamae so we have the place-"
"Enough demon!" she shouted. "Where are my friends? Tell me now!"
The demons face turned into a dark smirk. "Clever girl" it said. The doppelgänger then shifted, shredding Clièl's form and transformed into a beautiful yet sinister creature. The desire demon hovered before her, half naked with curling horns and violet flames flowing from its head. "Your Keeper taught you well I see" it said in a seductive melody.
"That she did" Marinellia agreed. "Where are they?"
"Lost" the demon chuckled.
"What do you mean lost?"
The demon of desire ignored her question. "Are you not bored with the mundane existence you have, always being treated like a child by everyone you meet? I can give you so much more if you would let me, I see the greatest desires in your heart." It then shifted again, transforming into the dwarf Scaea. "Perhaps this form is more to your liking?" Before Marinellia could answer a portal manifested to her left. Suddenly the Ferelden advisor Drakk emerged from it. To her relief Marinellia could sense he was indeed the real man and not yet another demon that would attempt to conquer her. He gave a look of complete shock, looking from her to the demon Scaea then back at her. He opened his mouth to speak. (OOC: I thought Drakk could find Marinellia after he entered the portal and then later together they find Deakial and go looking for Scaea and Darion while they deal with their joined nightmare. Hope that's ok with everyone.) --Xsari (Talk) 02:30, October 2, 2014 (GMT)
"I will follow you" Leitin said with a nod. Clièl started smiling, reaching him his hand like one of the dalish hunters: "Be swift and silent. Strike true, do not waver. And let not your pray suffer" "Vir Assan" Leitin answered.
"On me" the First of Arlithor commanded and started running. Leitin and Jestfor became his second shadow, following him immediatly. The five scouts of the Inquisition formed the back of their formation. Clièl knew where he would strike first. He commited the map of Skyhold to his memory. Hopefully everything went well. His eyes scurried from left to right and back every once in a while, as the strange presence returned. Somebody already tailed them.
Hela looked upon the men of the Inquisition. They were afraid. Every single one of them. She growled angrily. Gelphine leaned forth to whisper in the ear of the new commander of Skyhold´s defense: "They look terrified. You need to motivate them somehow. Maybe a good speech might help" "Maybe?" the qunari repeated sceptically. She shook her head. It must help. Otherwise the keep would be lost. "Soldiers of the Inquisition" she bawled across the yard: "I can see fear in your eyes" Hela went down to them, walking through their lines slowly: "I can smell how you stink. At this very moment the enemy prepares his strike. They will stop at nothing and blocked every way out, so we cannot flee from this battle" Gelphine casted a warning glance over at Hela, expressing that she wasn´t helping with this kind of speech.
Hela thought carefully. Qunari would have liked this speech but in what did humans take their faith? After a short break she continued: "But this is our advantage" She could read the confusion in her soldiers faces, but nobody dared to disrupt her speech: "The Venatori lost most of their front soldiers during the first attack. So they´ll send their demons. An army of lesser shades, wraiths and more. High in number but poor in mind and heart. Nothing that can stand against a soldier of the mighty Inquisition. Every one of you is worth dozens of the Venatori´s toys" She raised her arm pointing in three different directions: "There are about three ways to get into this keep, which will be attacked all at once. But they are small and we are the ones, that will welcome the demons, in these short passages" Hela saw how faith returned to her soldiers. Hope shone in their eyes, replacing the bitter fear, devouring this feeling until nothing but exitement and the stubborn determination to fight was left. With a grim smile Hela started to shout: "We will welcome them with our steel and their numbers will crumble under the might of the Inquisition. Today we write history, as the army which stood tall against a superiority. An army shining through the night as a beacon of hope and courage" Hela drew her giant blade and piled it into the night, shouting out a warcry: "For the Inquisition!"
"For the Inquisition!" the men answered, drawing their blades as well. As Hela looked over at Gelphine, she saw that the young circle mage was smiling.
They ducked down behind a small wall. A few hundred feet away Leitin spottet the first veilrift, telling the others with a short gesture. The place was suprisingly empty, aside from the three Venatori mages, that guarded this post. The battle must have started already. After this rift there were five more to go. Clièl leaned over to his companions: "We strike like we´ve planed it" It was the first time he realised, that one of his five scouts was missing: "Has anybody seen him?" he asked concerned. Everyone shook his head in disbelief. Nobody in their group had seen how the man disappeared. Clièl snorted: "Alright. On my sign. And watch your backs!" --Lethelin (talk) 14:35, October 3, 2014 (UTC)
Darion and Scaea had no sooner finished the trap when the fear deamon returned. At first it did not notice them. Darion and Scaea took possion at either side of the door. "Oh sister dear where are you? You little murdering scum." said the demon. Scaea clenched her fist and gritted her teeth together. Darion gave her a gester and silently they both snuck up on the demon closing the door to the room and locking it. The demon hissed. "Open this door you useless little ungratful sod" it said. Scaea hated being called this it was exactly what her brother used to call her. "Why don't you come out here and then I can show you just how usless I really am" Scaea yelled. Darion gave her a look he hoped that this plan worked. "Would you really leave your poor brother here to die all alone." it said. "You can cut the act we all know your not her brother" Darion said. The demon hissed louder. "HOW DARE YOU RUIN THE ILLUSION. THIS IS NOT YOUR DREAM!" it screamed in rage. "Well I am quite sick of this illusion, are you going to come out here and face us like a real demon or stay in there like a little sissy demon. Either way your dead." Scaea snarld. The demon shouted "INSOLENCE" and started banging against the door. Darion gave Scaea some of the raw Lyrium they had found the plan was working so far. Just then the demon burst through the door. No longer in the form of Scaeas brother, but in the ugly, descusting, form of a fear demon. It moved to the center of the ground searching for the two invaders. While it's back was turnerd Scaea jumped on it's back. The demon trashed about trying despertly to shake Scaea off, but she held on. Taking the piece of lyrium that Darion gave her (a sharp blue crystal) and stabed it deep into the flesh of it's shoulder. The demon screamed in pain and threw Scaea off it's back she landed a few feet in front of it, and landed right besided Darion. Darion helped her up as the demon rushed forwared hissing in both agony and rage. Darion threw the viles of lyrium he had taken from the vault and threw them on the ground. They shatterd causing a minor explosion. The lyrium ran all over the place on the ground. The demon stopped unable to cross the liquid lyrium bareier they had just created. The demon pulled the lyrium cyrital out off it's shoulder. "What's this you've poisonded me" it said. "That lyrium will course threw your vains poisoning you slowly untill your dead." said Scaea. "It matters little" said the fear demon. Darion stepped up to speak. "Don't you get it you've lost. Now tell us where our friends are." He said. The demon lauged a deep chilling laugh. "You foolish mortals don't you understand that none of this matters. Your friends are all as doomed as you. Killing me solves nothing. You won't survive my master, and even if you do the Elder One comes to destroy your patedic mortal world." Darion leaned in closer. "That's were your wrong. We will win we are going to free our friends. Defeat your master and beat the Elder One." The demon leaned in to meet Darions eyes. "This all coming from a man who failed to save his own wife." Darion drew his sword and held it to the demons neck. "You mention her one more time and I swear to the Maker I will kill you now." He said. Scaea pulled Darion back and said "Lets go he's not worth it." Darion seathed his sword and turned around "Let's find our friends and get out of here." He said. They walked away leaving the fear demon behined as its lifeforce slowly faded away.(Darion Cousland (talk) 13:37, October 15, 2014 (UTC))
The fade whispered into Deakial's ears as he followed the trail of blood he had created to find his companions. We must conquer this nightmare soon, or we will fail our mission. Deakial thought, the veins on his arms were turning black, and he knew time was running out. The blood stopped short at the edge of the island, in the distance Deakial saw another much smaller island. He knew instantly that Drakk was there, but the fade would not let him travel that distance unassisted. So he waited, focusing his mind on the island he was able to draw the attention of a demon. A gluttony demon. They were like hunger demons, but weaker and easily coerced.
"Ahh, a qunari... What have you come to give me? Passage into the real world?" The demon aksed.
"No. I seek a trade demon, open a portal for me over to that island. Let me complete my task and prevent this invasion. And then before I leave, I will give you mercy, and freedom." The demon simply stared in disbelief at the qunari. His lips still torn and bloody. The demon knew what he intended, and knew what would happen.
"Very well. I will help, but not for free. There is a demon here who I hold no respect for, he plans to take control of a mage who has been avoiding the battle. He sits in your lords dinner hall, and his mind is muddled. I want you to give me passage into him."
"Done." With a single word, a door appeared before Deakial, as he stepped through Drakk, Marinellia and Scaea appeared before him. He listened to the conversation for a moment before revealing himself with a cough. Scaea was not here, only a demon wearing her face. Deakial's cough alarmed them all, and it gave Marinellia the opportunity to set the demon on fire. Drakk added his own flame, and Deakial followed suit. The demon turned to ash, and this nightmare was over.
"Deakial? You look rough, what happened?" Drakk asked, the qunari's appearance had not changed since his own nightmare, his lips were still torn and bloody, his horns were still sawn off, and his wrists still bore the broken shackles.
"....I need a drink..." Deakial said. Marinellia looked at the qunari shocked. "We should find others."
"Agreed." Drakk and Marinellia spoke in unison.
(OOC: Hope you don't mind thought I'd speed up our segment in the fade. Feel free to edit it. I'll wait for Xsari and Darion's nightmare to finish before we actually catch up with them. Maybe focus on the out of fade section.) 13:14, October 16, 2014 (UTC)
Gelphine smiled at Hela as the impressive warrior finished her speech. The men all cheered and took their positions to defend Skyhold. The young woman retreated further back with some of her fellow circle mages, to help protect the wounded as the others healed them. Hela and Jericho stayed at the front with the main force. Then it began, demons and Venatori alike charged through the shattered main gate to be met by archers arrows, warriors steel and mages spells.
Hela cleaved through a Venatori soldier's shield as though it had been made of paper, allowing Jericho an opening to sink his claws and fangs into. Turning she sliced a rage demon in half, then sent an enemy mage's head flying.
A huge pride demon swatted aside both Skyhold allies and fellow demons, trying to make its way towards where the wounded were kept. Gelphine summoned a powerful wave of force magic, flinging the spell at the demon several times. It stumbled back from the impact but was not defeated. The other mage's then focused on it, firing all kinds of elemental and spirt bolts at the creature to aid Orleisian mage's onslaught. The behemoth fell but in the distraction several lightning fast terror demons managed to get through, tearing apart any mage they met. Gelphine smashed her staff into the face of one, then spun around sending two more crashing into a wall with a telekinetic blast.
Hela turned to see the mages struggle and ordered Jericho to their aid. The albino wyvern leapt through the courtyard, crushing a Venatori assassin that was creeping her way towards the Qunari warrior. He landed upon two demons, breaking their necks with his jaws, and slashed through another that had a circle mage cornered. --Xsari (Talk) 11:07, October 17, 2014 (GMT)
Part 12[]
A crackling wave of fire dashed against his Fade-Shield, which consumed the spell, like a thirsty person consumed water. Clièl jumped forward and pierced Nightshade through the last Venatori mage, who maintained the veilrift. He looked at the elf in disbelief, his breathing got slower. The rift flashed and then disappeared completely. Cliél pulled back his blade and let the dead body fall to the ground of Skyhold´s garden. Next to his body was a beautiful field of roses in different tones of red. The elf sadly shook his head. "That was the third" Jestfor said with a smile: "Three more to go" He pulled one of his knives out of a soldiers head he had killed during the last encounter. "Wait" Leitin said: "We lost another man" he kneed down to one of their scouts, who was lying under a common boxtree, cut in the form of Lord Cousland. It conveyed that the Lord was watching over his own little empire in the form of countless colorful flowers and small trees for adornment. Leitin closed the scouts eyes, while his two left comrades bid farewell. They had lost the second scout before, but couldn´t find his corpse. There was something odd about their deaths. Something Clièl had witnessed before. He also kneed down next to the fallen man and turned him around. He had died of a deep precise stab from behind, directly into his heart. Clièls face turned to stone: "You need to go. Leitin you need to lead the group and kill the last mages" The elf looked puzzled: "You´re not coming with us? What is so special about this way of killing, that it apparently threatens you this much?" Clièl took a deep breath: "I think I know who killed them. It is nobody you want as your enemy. He won´t be seen until he wants to be seen. This man has the upper hand and will kill every single one of us. We do not have the time for this. You need to trust me" "And you believe that if you stay behind this man will no longer follow us?" "I do" Leitin hesitated. "You need to destroy the three remaining rifts and aid the defenders of Skyhold. Our time is running out. Please" Clièl begged quitely, his gaze drifted far away. "What will become of you?"
Clièl smiled. Calm but sad. "I don´t know" He shook his head: "Go now" Leitin nodded: "Dareth shiral, Falon"
Clièl watched Leitin, Jestfor and the two residual scouts leaving the garden. He clinched the haft of Nightshade, standing and waiting for his doom. Deadly silence laid upon the garden. The only thing the elf heared was his steady breathing. "Show yourself" he yelled: "I know you´re here" And then the man finally appeared. Emerging from the shadows, cloaked in black, outright a child of the night: "Aneth ara, Clièl" the man said quite amused. "I see you still favor the tasteless fashion of Tevinter, Acavis" The man stepped out of the shadows, wrapped into dozens of black cloths, which were tied together by several golden clips. Around his arms and legs were specially tied black leather bands. Each of them contained a small knive. None of of his steps made a sound as he walked. Acavis drew two short blades he held loosely: "Do you address every old friend in such a rude way?" "Just you" They were ten feet away from each other. Clièl looked at Acavis dark skin. He was originally from Antiva. A former crow, who screwed up an assassination on a Tevinter magister, who he ended up working for. "What do you want?" "I want you. Dead or alive. Preferably alive. My master is still interested in you. The First of Arlithor would be a great addition to his collection" Clièl chuckeld: "To end like you? Sorry, I think I´ll pass" Acavis smiled: "I hoped that you would say that" The two fighters startet to circle each other. "Ar tu na´lin emma mi" Cliél said quitely but authoritative. Acavis started laughing: "Bring it. Let me see what you´re made of" --Lethelin (talk) 21:26, October 18, 2014 (UTC)
Things happened quickly. Drakk stepped through the portal and emerged on another island. He could see Marinellia and a Desire demon before her. He tried to say something, to reach and help her but he was pinned. Then another portal formed nearby and Deakial emerged, battered and bloody. The distraction of both their arrival caught the demon's attention enough that Marinellia turned to it and set it aflame. In pain it was unable to hold Drakk and Deakial. They both added their strength and fire, all together they annihilated the creature. With that Drakk turned to Deakial and said, "You look rough. What happened?" The man simply replied with, "I need a drink." With the demon gone, the illusion of a happy home disintegrated around them, leaving the motley crew on a twisted black island.
Marinellia was about to say something, but noticed the figure following Drakk, she snarled and summoned a staff to her hand brimming with more blue licking flame. "Wait!" Said Drakk. "It is a spirit, but I have made a deal with it." "What! How foolish are you shems?! That thing cannot be trusted!" Deakial said nothing, still lost in thought. "I don't trust it particularly. Especially since it was the one trapping me in a nightmare, but I needed to find you all, and quickly. It only desires power in this realm, what do we care if demons kill each other, I will teach it some of my power and it will help us find our way around." Deakial looked up sharply. "Fine. Let us go. Now." Marinellia turned to him now. "Madness. I thought Qunari feared the effects of demons more than most. We must destroy any of these creatures in our path." Deakial didn't bother to remind her he wasn't from Qunari lands, instead he bluntly said, "We have limited time. There is one here who must be stopped and I will not let them get away. I came to find you because... Because I can't do it alone. We have a mission. As long as it's completed, we can deal with the consequences later." Marinellia threw her hands up in frustration. "Very well, I shall stand at the back and watch it never the less." Drakk nodded. "Let us be off then." Deakial was quiet for a moment as there was a whisper in his ear. The Gluttony demon that followed him out of sight. Time was running very short, and the cost... "Yes. Let's move." He marched ahead and led the group from the little island. (OOC: Sorry if I overdid the personalities a bit. Feel free to edit if it's not quite right :] ) SenjiBen (talk) 23:14, October 19, 2014 (UTC)
Darion and Scaea had been walking around for three hours. At the momet there had been no progress to find their friends. "We've been woundering fo hours. How much further do you think we have?" Said Scaea. "I'm not sure this place keeps twisting and turning something about it feels wrong." Said Darion feeling very uneasy. Just then something moved in the distance. "What was that?" Asked Darion. "What was what?" Replied Scaea. "There in the corner I saw movement. Did not you." "No I did not see anyth..." She was enterupted by a shdowy movement in the distance. Scaea froze this was really beggining to freak her out. "Lets back up slowly." Darion suggested. They began to back up, but they did not get far when they backed in to something. They both slowly turned around. Standing directly behined them was a huge hidiuse demon the likes of which they had never seen. The demon hissed. Darion and Scaea drew their weapons and attempted to charge, but the demon smacked them aside with a massive hand. Darion hit the ground and rolled. Scaea did the same,but on the other side. They both got back up. "Great as if this Fade trip couldent get any better. I totaly woke up this mourning thinking wow I'd love to spend the day getting attacked by demons it sounds like fun!" Scaea said clearly being sarcastic. "We need a plan." Darion said. "Well what do you propose" "I suggest a lauch tatic." Scaea nodded. She backed up then started running. Darion crouched as Scaea ran up she ran on Darions shield he stood up lauching her into the air. She flew throught the air and landed on the demons back. It was not succesful;however, as the demon mearly flung her off. "YOU FOOLS YOU ARE NO MACH FOR AN ENVY DEMON!" It shouted. "Yea well we will just have to see about that." Said Darion charghing forward. Scaea had the wind knocked out of her when she hit the ground. The demon hoverd over her flashing it's descussting teeth. Ready to srike the finale blow. Just then Darion stabed the demon in leg. It hissed in pain, and started stubling unstablely. Darion ran over to Scaea; crouching down, so he could help her up. Before he could ask if she was ok; she grab him, and kissed him passionayly. He blusshed and asked "What was that?" "Nothing just my way of saying thank you for saving my life" She said. Darion smiled a bit "It was nothing" he said. "We need to focus on the battle we can talk about that later" Said Scaea. "Right" said Darion snapping back to reality. "How do are supplies look?" He asked. "We are out of Lyrium" she said. "Well this is going to be a long fight" said Darion. As demon turned back around to face them with rage. They prepared for the attack.(Darion Cousland (talk) 13:53, October 30, 2014 (UTC))
Hela reached the last terror demon moments before it had a chance to tear Gelphine to shreds, as the Orleisian mage had been distracted burning another demon to ashes. The Qunari warrior ran her sword through the creature from behind then threw its body to the side. Gelphine turned to her giving a thankful nod. Suddenly many shouts and streaks of fear caught their attention. Several templars and Skyhold soldiers had cornered a Venatori mage after killing the rest of her group. The woman burst into flames, twisting and shredding her skin as she turned into a horrific abomination. The blast from the transformation sent the templars and soldiers flying and the monstrosity turned its gaze upon Hela, Jericho and the surviving circle mages. It summoned a massive fireball and unleashed it towards the group. Gelphine threw herself forward, encased in an arcane shield. The fireball hit her but the shield propelled the spell back towards the abomination, obliterating the creature. The shockwave from the impact threw everyone back but Hela quickly got back on her feet and rushed over to Gelphine as the smoke cleared, who lay motionless on the ground. As she reached her she shook the Orleisian girl's shoulder. Gelphine didn't wake, she was dead. Hela said a Qunari prayer under her breath then turned to look around the battle field. Things were looking grim, the enemy was winning. More Venatori mages began submitting to demons control and changing into abominations. If the Fade group and Cliél's scout force didn't complete their tasks soon all would be lost... --Xsari (Talk) 13:51, November 1, 2014 (GMT)
He heared his heartbeats like dark drums in his head. Everything felt unreal. It was like reaching one of the last chapters of a book you did not want to end. It felt unfinished and left you wanting more. So much more.
He gritted his teeth, fending of Acavis next attack. His blades were like small silver lightning strikes. Clièl fought bravely, knowing he could not stand up to his opponents speed and aggresiveness forever. But he didn´t need to. He trusted in Leitin and Jestfor to end the job they had started.
Cold unforgiving steel cut through his flesh. The First of Arlithor stepped back, staring at Acavis in pure hatred. "This is painful" the Tevinter-Assassin complained: "It is so fucking painful to watch you fight. I thought there might be more to you. A spark of unbowed willpower,... maybe... to take revenge for your fallen clanmembers da´len?" the man chuckled: "Or have you already forgotten? Do you even remember their names? Their faces? Their pain?" Clièl knew perfectly well that his enemy tried to provoke him. But he couldn´t help himself. He was incredibly angry. Clièl wanted nothing more, than smashing Acavis face into the ground, until there was nothing more than bloody bits and pieces. He smiled, slowly loosing self-control. Acavis realised the difference in his opponents facial expression and smiled calmly: "Now. That´s more like it"
Without hesitation the First of Arlithor started shooting dozens of spells to bring down his foe. Arcane bolts, fiery waves, rock boulders, entropic mindbending but not one single attack reached its target. Clièl brought up Nightshade to fight for his dear life. Leitin needed as much time as he was able to offer his elven brother. Both fighters clashed. The exchange of blows was short. With one of his razorsharp shortblades Acavis cut off Clièls left hand. The elf fell to the ground screaming in pain. Acavis just stood there, enjoing his victory. But not for long as Clièls scream changed into a slightly psychotic laughter. As Acavis looked to the ground, realising the glyph of fire below his feet it was already to late: "Len'alas lath'din. Ma halam" Clièl said. The moment his glyph detoneted the elf jumped back up to his feet, grabed Nightshade and ran into the darkness. He knew that Acavis wans´t dead, but this was the end of their contention. I wouldn´t be for the last time. They would meet again. Someday. Right now he had to help Leitin and the others. There was still the possibility of winning this fight.
Leitin needed one moment to take a deep breath. He felt like he was dead. Or something very near to being death, but that wasn´t important at the moment. Jestfor, who was injured, as well as his two remaining scouts, had taken cover near the stables, where they located the last tear in the veil. One more time. One last time,... and this could all be over. --Lethelin (talk) 18:59, December 1, 2014 (UTC)
The survivors witnessed an explosion from a distance. It was followed by another fiery bast,then another that sent the remaining demons flying through the air. Maniac laughter emerged through loud deafening blasts til everything just calmed. Smoke covered the whole area, dusts and dirt scattered on the surface. "Now aint that fun huh?" A figure appeared through the smoke, his face drawn to a grin as he wipes his sweat and dust on his forhead. He's human. Dark skinned, with dark long dreads and a scruffy face. Tattoos covered most of his broad shoulders down to his chiseled arms. He wears a very peculiar apparel, donned over by a fur cloak. He1 has an huge scar on his left cheek that carved all the way to his forhead. He walked closer letting out an, unpleasant snort and excreting a gelatinous substance into the ground. "Apologies for my tardiness your worshipness, but i got into a predicament and wus attacked by demons that was shat out from the sky." He smiled "but worry not for i have come to aid you and your pansies, your majesty. I am the one they call Varga, an alchemist of the Chasind tribe, at your service, mylady." he bowed down to the finely dressed elf in a mocking fashion. He saw the elfs companions who were badly injured. "You aint got no healers i see." He kneels at Jestfor. "Tsk, lets see what uncle Varga can do ." He opened his satchel of herbs and chemicals, expertly brewing a concoction. He placed a haandful of herbs into a pot,burning a portion til smoke rose up. "Here, snort these. It'll help ye numb a little." Jestfor, reluctantly took the pot and held it closer to his face. The rogue started to get dizzy. "What...what is this." "Relax luv, its nothing that's permanent." He tore a part of the injured rogue's clothing, cleaning the deep gash on his thigh. He took out a needle and a fine silk thread, making the injured fellow freeze in horror. "This'll hurt like hell." He grins, then proceeds to sew the gaping wound shut, "So, we gonna kill more of those fuckers yeah? Suppose you know how to shut thaat gaping hole up there, not that i would want to eventually end all the fun." --GetMAD (talk) 13:19, February 4, 2015 (UTC)
Out of character discussion[]
sooo i was surfing through some old threads and saw this. All i can say is : uuugh adhkjadwad Why leave this with a huge cliffhanger?! I read the whole thing and honestly, i think this was much more interesting than the game itself! I understand that some could not update the story but i am willing to join in and help out if this fires up again. (Also, hope reviving neco threads isnt a violation on the forums or something. I just had to post this.)Hope nobody minds. I already made a characater to see where this all goes. ^_^ --GetMAD (talk) 08:50, February 4, 2015 (UTC)
Hi guys, just letting you know I have been keeping an eye on the forum, but I don't want to be the guy who makes a post every second time, so until things liven up here I'll be working on something of my own. So, if anyone's interested, after participating here and seeing some other awesome fan-fic work, I've started my own based on this universe. Hopefully no one minds, but I'm use Drakk as the main character and will include some of the other characters from this story, written as close to their personalities as I can. I won't elaborate on their own stories much unless you don't mind or want me to. Check it out on my Blog page if you're interested and leave any suggestions or ideas. Other than that, if things do pick up here, I'll return to work on this story. Thanks all ;) SenjiBen (talk) 05:37, October 13, 2014 (UTC)
- Yeah, I think the fires starting to burn out. Maybe we should try and wrap up the story between those remaining...
23:19, October 13, 2014 (UTC)
- Hmm yea, it's really dropped off in these last couple of weeks. There were a few who said they couldn't post for a while, but I think it's been quite some time since then. Maybe we just leave it open ended? Eventually others might come back to it. I think there's only a few of us who have actually been working on it lately, and it won't be as interesting if just one or two of us finish writing it, but meh. Like I said in my top post there, I'll be working on my own personal fan-fic based on these characters and this story. But if this started getting more attention, I'd come back to work on it as well. SenjiBen (talk) 23:36, October 13, 2014 (UTC)
- It's a shame that no one is really posting anymore, I've had quite a lot going on recently so haven't had much time to write anything new. I've been also waiting for you two to post something new as mine was the second to last one. Seems like there's only really five people left of us on this page now. Intrigued about your story idea SenjiBen, look forward to reading it. --Xsari (Talk) 14:50, October 14, 2014 (GMT)
- It does seem that way. I've not wanted to be that guy who does a new post after each person and seem like I'm trying to direct the story, so I've been waiting others to get their parts in. But I'm not sure how many are just busy and will be coming back, or maybe they've forgotten about it. Also thanks, not sure if you've read what I've done so far, really not much, but hopefully I'll do some more tonight :) SenjiBen (talk) 18:45, October 14, 2014 (UTC)
- Oh cool I hadn't realised you had started! Thanks for using Scaea, I appreciate it. I can't wait to read more. Oh just so you know I've planned to kill of my other character Gelphine during the final battle, as I think there should be some sort of tragedy among the characters. Hopefully you haven't planned to include her, I won't kill her off if you have. Also was thinking maybe Jestfor might get killed off since I dont think Friendly is really bothered. --Xsari (Talk) 20:10, October 14, 2014 (GMT)
- Ah glad you like it so far! It's easier to write when you've got a base and cool characters to work with. I was only going to use Scaea and Deakial for now and there was that reference to Darion, I might use some of the others further down the line, but I didn't have any plans for Gelphine so feel free to do what you want there. Also agree about Friendly, think he only made the one post so don't think he's coming back. Don't forget, if you've got ideas or suggestions for the fan-fic I'd welcome them :) SenjiBen (talk) 20:17, October 14, 2014 (UTC)
I will most likely take the next post sometime this week then unless one of y'all want to go first. (Darion Cousland (talk) 17:54, October 14, 2014 (UTC))
Definitly not me :) Also one of the reasons I was happy we did not decide to do a storysplitting in part A and B for the in-fade/out-fade. Since Jdgjordan, Lemonaiding and Friendly are the only writers on my part of the story it would have gotten a very one-sided process by now. If any of you like to implement something to the out-fadestory by for example writing parts for Leitin, Hela, Jestfor or Gelphine you are absolutely welcome to do so. I´d really like to write this story with you guys till the end.
PS.: And also I really liked Drakk´s storypart with all this being accused of the use of bloodmagic (first thought: damn these stupid templars), just to realise that he has the knowledge of it (I was like:... wait... what?)^^ --Lethelin (talk) 15:07, October 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Haha thanks, I liked writing that part. Thought it would be interesting to see it from a blood mage's side who believed he was doing the right thing. Also, I'll definitely keep working on this if it picks up again. SenjiBen (talk) 20:07, October 17, 2014 (UTC)
Ok I am sorry but OOC moment Deakial your becoming way to op you are no were near were marinellia is at let her partner Cliel take care of it, give them moments to shine you are not the only hero here stop acting like it. I don't want to be that guy that ruins someone fun and sound like a jerk but i will if have to i mean we all came up with a plan together and you said screw it I will do this thing my own and be the big darn hero for every one this is a team role play we all have to come together and some times back off a bit so other can have a moment to call there own.--Jdgjordan (talk) 18:58, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
- OOC I actually chose to ignore what hela said, and took to the battlements where an offensive mages skills would be more useful. This fits with my character being a primal magic expert. And also, marinellias moment of need got removd by cliel, I had to adjust it. Probably by accident that it got removed . Anyway, ive adjusted what I wrote. 19:29, September 12, 2014 (UTC)
- OOC woah so much has happened crazy fast, damn work sucks! I think a rule should be if no one replies for a while someone who's posting should just include those characters in their post if it's relevant so no ones left out because they are busy. Also use dialog for the characters that are in your post if needed but try to get as close to their personality as possible and make sure to copy your post before you post it so if there is an edit conflict no ones bit is lost. --Xsari (Talk) 22:05, September 12, 2014 (GMT)
For reference (add your own character's attributes if I have it wrong):
Listing all the characters of the group and their name / Scaea & Deakial's given nicknames / class & specialisation / race / personality / poster to try to organise this a bit.
- Lord Darion Cousland - human, warrior (sword & shield), honourable - Darion Cousland
- Deakial Adaar / Horns - Qunari, mage (carries a sword, but rarely uses it), sarcastic, rarely takes orders from those he doesn't respect. Experienced in the art of communing with spirits. He can summon them to fight by his side, or use their essence to create anti-magic fields condensed down into a small lyrium sand pouch. A powerful Primal mage, he can manipulate the elements in ways many have only dreamt of. Also experienced in force magic and has dabbled in enchanting. - ACdeakial
- Scaea Cadash / Daggers - dwarf, rogue (daggers), sarcastic, witty and feisty but can be a little hot headed and violent at times - Xsari
- Leitin Lavellan / Tats - elf, rogue (archer and daggers) - Jdgjordan
- Drakk / Robes - human, mage (elemental specialist, wooden staff), honourable, scholarly, proud but submissive, not a natural fighter but stands in when necessary - SenjiBen
- Marinellia Lavellan / Flowers - elf, mage (shapeshifter), honourable / sarcastic - Cookiecousland
- Jestfor Delaughs / Lucky - human, rogue (daggers), sarcastic, clever and witty - Friendlysociopath
- Hela Vis / Steel - Qunari, warrior (two handed), aggressive - Lemonaiding
- Clièl Varosh Pendin Arlithor (Clièl) / Bad Wings - elf, mage (shapeshifter / arcane warrior: uses a blade called Nightshade and a siverit dagger; the staff is primary decoration) - Lethelin
- Gelphine de Montfort - human, mage (uses a simple steel circle mage staff and is an expert healer with some force magic knowledge) - Xsari
I propose someone reorganise section six to make it flow better and added in characters from absent posters. I'll be happy to do that if everyone's ok with it. --Xsari (Talk) 22:55, September 12, 2014 (GMT)
- Sounds good, I have no problem people taking over Drakk if I'm away for some time. To that end, ive put a little more detail under his character summary. I've also added a ooc character description to the end of my last post, mainly since everyone else is, and it seemed like a good idea. SenjiBen (talk) 09:22, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
So just a quick note, I've moved the OOC to the bottom of the page, hopefully it stays that way, then if anything too extreme happens it can be corrected. Here in this section we wil discuss any bad stuff.
P.S. I apologize about OPing my guy, for the next chapter he will remain locked in maintaining the spell. To me that seems much more realistic than casting tempest and it lasting while you begin casting inferno...
PPS my guy has a sword but won't be using it in close combat unless someone other than me suggests I am attacked. 00:56, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Thanks AC, good idea moving the page. I've now edited the layout so it flows better. I added in a little scene with Deakial accepting Scaea's pledge for saving her life. Hope you don't mind. I actually really liked your last edit with your character, that scene sounded really cool. But then I didn't see the part where you saved Marinellia so maybe that might have been a bit over powered. Also Believe it! I've put you as the healer of the group. I can voice your characters lines for you if your not around if you want? --Xsari (Talk) 03:16, September 13, 2014 (GMT)
- Glad you liked what I wrote, I did have a scene about Scaea's offer being accepted that tied into the then-current theme of telling stories, but I've since decided to adjust what you wrote, just mentioning that I wouldn't see the ship again until after the Inquisition business is over. But Yeah, I kind of winged the marinellia part as there were a few posts within a small period of time, and then none, obviously I forgot about time differences.... 02:27, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
Hope you don't mind, re-added my characters appearance details, and slightly adjusted my OOC character description. I will reiterate, I won't be taking part too much now for around about a week, from sunday at the latest (darn work), anyway. Hence why I put my guy in a focusing situation. Feel free to take over writing for me, if needs be I can edit when I return. Again, sorry for the OPing in that one scene, was trying to go out on a high rather than a fading-out-of-everybody's-memory type of situation. 02:21, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
marinellia doesnt have a definite personality, it depends on the situation she's in tho. But if i where to give her one a la da2 personality wheel, she'd probably be friendly/sarcastic. also, i noticed some changes on my original posts, mostly grammar corrections and mispellings. maybe you have noticed this before but i just wanted to say i'm sorry for my english. --Cookiecousland (talk) 04:11, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
- Ah sorry Cookie, I edited everything into the flow it is now on my computer and some off your stuff got autocorrected. Hope it doesn't offend you. Tried to keep it in the way you write. --Xsari (Talk) 12:10, September 13, 2014 (GMT)
- It's all right. No offense taken :) --Cookiecousland (talk) 16:29, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
OOC: On my post about Hela's backstory, i know it's very un-qun, since Hela was originally from there, i just wanted to point out that this is just a chapter of her past, after she had left the qun w/ Ashkahn. I'll update more about it on my upcoming posts. EDIT: I almost forgot, i may be inactive in the next couple of weeks due to some personal matters (damn thesis), so, if you guys want to use/update my character, please feel free to do so. :) --Lemonaiding (talk) 16:00, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
My character has left the story. I think this thread has gone off the rails. Believe it! (talk) 15:04, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
- I don't see how this is 'off the rails', it says at the top with Darion's description of the forum that this is 'pure roleplay where anything can happen'. Everyone I assume who are still participating are having fun and enjoying themselves. But suit yourself. SenjiBen (talk) 20:31, September 13, 2014 (UTC)
- Shame but it's your decision, personally I'm enjoying it a bit more now that it's livened up a bit. I think your character should have still been involved in the story even though you don't want to be part of this thread anymore but oh well. --Xsari (Talk) 00:00, September 14, 2014 (GMT)
- My character is no longer in this story. Please keep it that way and do not remove the character's exit again. Believe it! (talk) 02:28, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Shame but it's your decision, personally I'm enjoying it a bit more now that it's livened up a bit. I think your character should have still been involved in the story even though you don't want to be part of this thread anymore but oh well. --Xsari (Talk) 00:00, September 14, 2014 (GMT)
I have got two tough weeks in front of me as well. So I just like to say that if anybody wants to include my caracter in a post or play him because I am not responding feel free to do so. I have also noticed some minor changes in my posts but since english is not my native language I expected it to be worse^^ --Lethelin (talk) 10:42, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
Character description question for Leitin and Marinellia[]
Hi Jordan and Cookie, since your characters don't have descriptions yet I was wondering if you could tell me how you personally imagine them to look. This is just for my own curiosity so I can imagine when I read your posts. Thanks :) --Xsari (Talk) 12:20, September 14, 2014 (GMT)
- for starters, marinellia has short, wavy dora the explorer-like hair. (lol i'm sorry, i dont know how else to describe that kind of hairsyle,) the sides are a little longer, shoulder length and braided. Her hair color is somwhat, redish brown. she has pale freckly skin, bright grey eyes, and a dalish face tattoo on her forhead and chin. she wears loose, dark brown colored robes, with a loosely gripped belt buckle. the robes reaching up to a quarter of her thighs, furs on the tip, and sleeves reaching up to her upper arms, with a slit in the middle. her shoulders and collar bones are exposed revealing more of her tattoos. she wears a choker, of dalish style, an armband covering her right forearm and a black wristband on the left. she's wearing a black, tight sock-like leggings and an anklet on her left foot. hope this helps --Cookiecousland (talk) 16:29, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
- Awesome, thanks for your reply Cookie! Based on your description I'd say her hairstyle was a bob with bangs (block fringe above the eyes) and a shoulder length braid down each side. A bit like Satele Shan's from The Old Republic. She sounds adorable! --Xsari (Talk) 18:08, September 14, 2014 (GMT)
- yup, that's it. i thought i'd fit her appearance with her rather quirky personality, oh i forgot to mention her weapon, nothing too fancy, a blackened heartwood staff.--Cookiecousland (talk) 18:07, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
Leitin has short dark brown hair (in the shape of Alister hair) and green eyes he wears brown leather armor with a lot of weird belts and what not all around him. one hand (his right)has a black glove on it the other has nothing. his tattoos are basic elf taint across the sides of his face. His bow is dark black made of something special form his clan and his daggers are just normal daggers.--Jdgjordan (talk) 21:37, September 14, 2014 (UTC)
- Thanks for your reply Jordan! He sounds really cool. Also just noticed in your last edit Leitin got badly burnt. Noooo everyone's getting hurt! Deakial got knocked out in AC's last edit! Need to get your character to a healer mage before we are all doomed! Well if you want that is, up to you or SenjiBen --Xsari (Talk) 00:15, September 15, 2014 (GMT)
- Don't worry Drakk won't let him die ;) On a sort of side note, does anyone know if Darion is busy to? Or has he just stopped posting for the thread? Would be sad if he had decided to stop participating, since he started it and all. SenjiBen (talk) 00:46, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Have no idea, haven't seen him post anything on the wiki for about a week really. For now I've just left his character in the hall with Friendlysociopath's character Jestfor, waiting for Clièl and Marinellia's report. Had thought about bringing him out for the battle myself as it is his fortress we are defending. --Xsari (Talk) 02:15, September 15, 2014 (GMT)
- Hmm, hope he comes back soon if he's coming, we've kinda left him behind a bit. I thought about doing a piece for him too, or having my character return to the hall and find it empty and wondering where his character was or something. Guess we could wait a bit and see. SenjiBen (talk) 03:35, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Have no idea, haven't seen him post anything on the wiki for about a week really. For now I've just left his character in the hall with Friendlysociopath's character Jestfor, waiting for Clièl and Marinellia's report. Had thought about bringing him out for the battle myself as it is his fortress we are defending. --Xsari (Talk) 02:15, September 15, 2014 (GMT)
- Don't worry Drakk won't let him die ;) On a sort of side note, does anyone know if Darion is busy to? Or has he just stopped posting for the thread? Would be sad if he had decided to stop participating, since he started it and all. SenjiBen (talk) 00:46, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- it's weird that this is exactly how i imagined what leitin would look like :| --Cookiecousland (talk) 13:47, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
Something I'm not so clear with[]
Where exactly are Leitin and Drakk in Skyhold? From reading the posts I've guessed that they went round to blocked the back entrances, is that right cos I'm not sure? I've edited part 6 so it reads that way but please correct me if I'm wrong. To sum it up at the moment it looks like Hela, Scaea and Jericho went out to help Deakial defend the battlements while Leitin and Drakk went to blocked the back entrances. Marinellia and Clièl have now joined up with them while Lord Cousland and Jestfor wait for the report. I was thinking of having Cousland and Jestfor join the battle with Scaea and Hela but not sure now. What do the rest of you think? --Xsari (Talk) 22:58 September 15, 2014 (GMT)
- Well the way I imagined it was, they're at Skyhold, as it makes sense, and it's a huge Keep/Fortress, so there's likely more than one gate entrance. Mainly two the way things are so far, sort of left and right ones. So Drakk and Leitin went to try and hold or plug one hole in the defences. At least that's how I saw it ;) As for the others waiting for the scout report, we probably should catch them up with events, but as to who looks after who till their writers return, not sure. SenjiBen (talk) 23:40, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Ok cool understand now thanks, sorry didn't make that so clear I ment where are they in Skyhold :) Well I've got Hela covered while Lemonaiding is away / a little of Deakial when AC is busy. With AC that was just creating a healer character to save his characters life though, not sure if I'll even name the Orlesian girl yet. And Cookie's got Lethelin covered so you say could cover Darion and Jordan cover Friendlypsycopath or vice versa. Friendly has barely been on here and I've asked Darion if he's coming back on his talk page, just waiting for the reply. --Xsari (Talk) 02:00, September 16, 2014 (GMT)
- I would suggest trying to prolong things until Darion and Jestfor return and say whether or not they are still involved. Even then, we could probably make up some characters to throw in instead, I'm sure some of us have an alternate character in their minds at the moment. Also, hope nobody minds about me suggesting we go into the fade, as we do in Awakening, to close the tears. Thought that could be interesting to see, given our character's dark pasts, maybe a nightmare scene like in the circle tower. 23:50, September 15, 2014 (UTC)
- Nice ideas AC. I did have some alternate character ideas myself, though gonna have to think about and flesh them out some more. Also, The Fade, brilliant. Can't believe I didn't think of that as a way to seal the tears, and nightmare scenes from our characters' pasts would definitely be interesting. Though Xsari's Flemeth idea too... will Flemeth like roasting demons instead of Darkspawn? ;) SenjiBen (talk) 05:37, September 16, 2014 (UTC)
- just an idea, i think it would be dramatic if we kill some inactive characters, assuming the ops confirmed that they wont be returning for real. harold would've had a good one tho.--Cookiecousland (talk) 06:25, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- Hey that's pretty good, though it doesn't have to be an inactive character, after all, even if one of our characters was to be say... killed off, we can make more ;) That gives me an idea... hmm... SenjiBen (talk) 09:15, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- No don't kill Drakk off :(!!! I think Belive It! just wanted to disappear so we should respect that. But yeah maybe Jestfor? Friendly has been inactive for so long and barely posted anyway. Or my new character Gelphine maybe. Only one really who could be safe is Deakial as I made a story about him after this on the Blooming Hanged Man's Rose forum. --Xsari (Talk) 11:58, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
- Heheh it was just an idea, I've always wanted to write a dramatic friend death scene and managing more than one character isn't easy and I kinda want to make a new one. But just an idea for now, no certainties ;) SenjiBen (talk) 20:11, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- Tell me about it, at the moment I seem to be managing about 6! --Xsari (Talk) 22:16, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
- Well, if you need a hand, I could look after Lord Cousland or someone if you like. SenjiBen (talk) 22:43, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- That would be great if you could thanks. I know Darion doesn't mind who does it as long as you try to add some stuff he asked for in his reply that I added to the page. Maybe AC or someone could do Jestfor as well. Not sure where to go with his character as Friendly posted so little. --Xsari (Talk) 23:52, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
- Well, if you need a hand, I could look after Lord Cousland or someone if you like. SenjiBen (talk) 22:43, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- Tell me about it, at the moment I seem to be managing about 6! --Xsari (Talk) 22:16, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
- Heheh it was just an idea, I've always wanted to write a dramatic friend death scene and managing more than one character isn't easy and I kinda want to make a new one. But just an idea for now, no certainties ;) SenjiBen (talk) 20:11, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- No don't kill Drakk off :(!!! I think Belive It! just wanted to disappear so we should respect that. But yeah maybe Jestfor? Friendly has been inactive for so long and barely posted anyway. Or my new character Gelphine maybe. Only one really who could be safe is Deakial as I made a story about him after this on the Blooming Hanged Man's Rose forum. --Xsari (Talk) 11:58, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
- Hey that's pretty good, though it doesn't have to be an inactive character, after all, even if one of our characters was to be say... killed off, we can make more ;) That gives me an idea... hmm... SenjiBen (talk) 09:15, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
Ok in my last edit I added in a bit with Lord Cousland and Jestfor. Hope their creators don't mind. Also have decided to name the Orliesian mage I created as Gelphine de Montfort, though haven't added her name yet (she's a niece of Duke Prosper de Montfort from MotA). --Xsari (Talk) 20:05, September 17, 2014 (GMT)
sorry i've been out for awhile, trying to catch up with real life. i'm not really sure where to go from from my last post, since i've been a little lost with the whole situation. but it's all good now, i just have to reread the whole thing. i just hope the others would be back, i'm not sure if i'm doing their characters right. --Cookiecousland (talk) 06:24, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
- You're doing great Cookie don't worry :) They can always edit things slightly themselves. --Xsari (Talk) 12:00, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
Darion's reply[]
Hi everyone, just letting you all know that I contacted Darion asking where he was and he's now replied so posting it here so you can all see what he said:
- Hey Xsari! Sorry about not posting on the board for a while. I have had a lot going on the past few weeks and have not been able get on for vary long. I'm currently trying to keep up with that board the "Blooming Hanged Mans Rose" and things in my real life. Plus you people sure can post fast lol. Yes I would like it veary much if you would do a post for me. After all you have been so kind as let use your character for my friend fictions, so it's only polite to give you the keys to Lord Cousland. Their are only a couple of things I would like to say about it(not that I'm trying to control every aspect about what you do with my character, but I have something I have been waiting to set up. Call it a link between the friend fic and the board). What I would like you to do if you don't mind is a couple of things. 1. Please let the others know that I have been busy and will return as soon as possible. 2. Could you please put a link between about Clare Cousland A.K.A. "Curls" who we know is Lord Couslands dead wife. Who Scaea doesn't know is the same person because she never learns her real name. It can be something simple like Scaea says "It's times like this I miss Curls". You can handle this how ever you want I was just giving this as an example. 3. If you don't mind I would like to have Lord Cousland and Scaea enteract in one of these post. 4. I would like you to mention that Lord Cousland's captain of the guard's name is Captain Brock. This is important, because he is important in the friend flic(I won't say anything because I don't want to give away any spoilers) you don't have to do any of this it's only if you want to. Take care of the rest of the post with my character as you see fit. I will let you know when I take back over. Thank you for offering to do this wheather you decide to do any of what I asked or not. By the way Lord Cousland is a warrior and wears heavy armor and uses a sword and shield. Part 3 of the fan fic is currently being written and may not be up till this weekend. Also it may have 5 parts instead of just 3 because part 3 is a little bit too long so far lol. I only have a little bit of time to be on tonight before I have to do something that will require me getting off, so I most likely won't get to post on the board until this weekend hints this ragther long post. Please mention my being busy to the guys on the "Blooming Mans Rose" or whatever for me as well. Thanks vary much. Enjoy your evening! Your friend Darion. (Darion Cousland (talk) 23:05, September 17, 2014 (UTC))
So basically he's a little busy at the mo but he's happy for us to use his character. I have an idea that he will be one of the group to enter the fade and he'll have a fade nightmare about his wife Clare. Thinking Scaea will be part of the group too and recognise Clare from when she helped her out in Darion's friend fiction. --Xsari (Talk) 00:40, September 18, 2014 (GMT)
That would be cool if you want to referance "Curls" that way. I think it would be cool if Lord Cousland started giving orders seeing as how it's his keep and all slits everyone up in teams for the Fade mission. I would like to see Lord Couslan, Scaea, and perhaps that Qunari Commander chick, and anyone one ealse you would like to take all go on that mission together were thay all have Fade nightmares. For the character description: He has short brown hair, brown eyes, and a stubble. He is a hansom man who is 25 years old. He is young, but his eyes have this tierd weary look. He also has a well built body frame that is veary muscular and toned. If anyone decides for what ever reason for him to remove his shirt. Please note that he has lots of scars on his torso. Have a great day! (Darion Cousland (talk) 14:15, September 18, 2014 (UTC))
Sorry i have not posted in a while gees a lot can happen, and dont worry about it Cookiecousland you have a good strong idea of my character so if i am not posting and there is a big scene going on with us feel free to use my character.--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:28, September 18, 2014 (UTC)
96.253.83.221 (talk) 14:05, September 21, 2014 (UTC) Hello am i late i had a couple last minute jobs(my charcter is a mercanry and qunari suppoter but is vashoth also im a qunari) so is there any daggers i can stab a dummy with
Don't forget Jericho[]
Great start on the no-fade group Lethelin but don't forgot you also have Deakial's albino wyvern Jericho with you as well (which Hela refers to as the scaled dog) --Xsari (Talk) 20:36, September 24, 2014 (GMT)
Haha, I was wondering if anyone would mention him. You can use him if you want to, just no killing him off please. If hes not used at all, we'll just say he went to stand guard outside the vault. Very much to the guards dismay...
Also, should we have like a two part thing for this new section. For the in-fade story and the out-fade story? 19:43, September 24, 2014 (UTC)
- That's a good idea about Jericho AC, makes sense since he's protecting his master. I think the two part thing is a good idea too, like maybe Part 10A and Part 10B? --Xsari (Talk) 21:18, September 24, 2014 (GMT)
- That should only be the case if they don't want to use him. If they do, I'll add in a section where I tell Jericho to follow them. But yeah, I might do that, Part A: The Devils in the Fade. Part B: The Seige of Skyhold... Or something like that... 21:31, September 24, 2014 (UTC)
- That should only be the case if they don't want to use him. If they do, I'll add in a section where I tell Jericho to follow them. But yeah, I might do that, Part A: The Devils in the Fade. Part B: The Seige of Skyhold... Or something like that...
- Thanks... and yes I totally forgot about Jericho. He wasn´t mentioned for some time. I´ll include him into my last post, since I think its most reasonable to bring up everything for defense we have. And seriously... a wyvern on the field is more useful than a wyvern sitting in the basement. Just tell Jericho he should follow our group at some point.
As for the in-fade/out-fade story I think its fine. I could also think of a version where we go on the way we did before, because the actual storys take place parallel to each other and get together at some point again, but its good either way. --Lethelin (talk) 11:57, September 25, 2014 (UTC)
- Thanks... and yes I totally forgot about Jericho. He wasn´t mentioned for some time. I´ll include him into my last post, since I think its most reasonable to bring up everything for defense we have. And seriously... a wyvern on the field is more useful than a wyvern sitting in the basement. Just tell Jericho he should follow our group at some point.
Hey guys sorry about not being around for the this in a while I have been real busy and looks like that is not stopping so feel free to use Leitin as you see fit again sorry I cant be a part of this right now it's a lot of fun. If any of you fill like writing it I had this hole story plan were he would end up sacrificing one of his arms (like trapped and has to cut it off)to save some one and end up killing one of the mages. But that is up to you guys now if you want to do that see you all latter and I will continue to at least read and support what you all have done.--Jdgjordan (talk) 14:25, October 15, 2014 (UTC)
All these Fanfics...[]
All these friend/fanfics is making me want to do one of my own. Thinking maybe Scaea and Deakial, and anyone else who wants in, voyage on the sea, and a Qunari encounter, as well as a sea dragon. Nothing major, just thought it could be a good way to continue from this story since theres been mention of Deakial and Scaea going off on a voyage. Might wait until after SenjiBen's is finished, so I can continue from that, and in the mean time work on a prequel story focused on Deakial and his spirit companion. Also, thought I'd include this as a new section so people could post their own ideas and check that its okay with everyone, as I know a few of us are working on ideas at the moment. 13:25, October 16, 2014 (UTC)