Posted July 11, 2013 (edited) Not my art. OCC THREAD Story Ferelden: a majestic land filled with wonderful people. Mountains and rivers run through the maps like gentle fingers. Forests provide shelter for colorful creatures that lap water from crystalline brooks. Dragons soar high above the clouds, and bask on warm cliffs. Werewolves lurk in the darkest corners of woodlands, and cougars prowl the countryside. The people inhabiting the land have the same amount of variety as the creatures. There are elves living all through Ferelden. Dwarves live in the furthermost reaches of the Frostback Mountains, and mages hide from the angry eyes of humans. Humans however, still rule the land as the dominant species. However, there is a more dangerous species in Ferelden, not necessarily falling into the wonderful creatures’ category or into the people’s. They are called darkspawn, horrid beings that kill and raid mercilessly. They come from the depths beneath the surface of the earth, and plot to control the world. They have invaded the surface, starting something known as a Blight, where these grueling and cold creatures attack and kill. Their ultimate purpose? To become the superior species… And kill all others. A group of soldiers called the Grey Wardens have tried to kill the darkspawn, only to have their whole alliance ripped apart by a horrible, terrible threat- the Archdemon. A violent and corrupted Old Dragon God, the Archdemon torched the whole movement against him with his hot breath. Or so he thought. Four Grey Wardens, two women and two men, escaped and went into hiding. They managed to stay together, but they understood that being close to each other would solve nothing. And so they split up into two groups; one woman and one man went to the west, while the other two went to the east. They were to make an army, and fight against the Blight. Plot The Blight is coursing through the lands, leaving death and despair behind them. Women with suckling babes are being killed, and houses are being destroyed… Even entire kingdoms have fallen under their attacks. Not only that, but treason has been destroying alliances and kingdoms as well. The king has been killed in a darkspawn attack, and everyone is rushing and fighting to claim the throne… Even though good people have been dying, greed has taken the hearts of the lords, and they raise their swords to sink them into their own brothers. The four Grey Wardens are wandering the lands at the moment, recruiting just about anyone into their cause. They could have gone to the other land to seek the other Grey Warden branch’s aid, but it is too far and there is too little time… Soon the land would be overrun with darkspawn. Will you fight for your life? Setting Since there are many, many places in Ferelden, I will give you the link to the setting. Information About Ferelden Creatures in Ferelden Playable Characters Grey Wardens Elves Mages Regular Humans Rules - No powerplaying, godmodding, etc. - Keep things PG-13! There can and will be violence and romance! - Read everything thoroughly. - You can only have one Grey Warden. - Your character must die eventually. - Be realistic! - If you read everything, put your character’s catch phrase in the “Other” section of your form. - Fill out all parts of the form! - Write ten sentences per character. - Have fun! Form [b]Username:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [20+] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Race:[/b] [b]Birthplace:[/b] [b]Clothing:[/b] [What they wear.] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Weapons:[/b] [b]Fighting Strategy:[/b] [b]Group?:[/b] [One or two?] [b]Other:[/b] Edited August 1, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon Share this post Link to post
Posted July 11, 2013 (edited) Group One Male Warden Username: TMD, or Twilight Name: Arod Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Human Birthplace: Redcliffe Clothing: For sacrifice. Appearance: Without the red streak on his face. Personality: Cold, stern, and unfriendly, Arod is usually to himself even when on camp nights. Obviously affected by the attack on their cause, he doesn't trust anyone and has a deep, deep hatred for the darkspawn. He voices his opinion, even if rude. He could tell someone to calm the hell down or man up, even with cursing and hissing. However, he has that pinch of tenderness wedged deep inside his heart... Though to get to it, one must hack their way through endless layers of ice. History: Born in Redcliffe, Arod was raised as a ***, one without a father. His mother was sweet and kind... And he loved her deeply. He was a very happy child, singing and bouncing... It was then, at age fifteen, that he saw what horrors there were in this land; the darkspawn. They killed his mother and he fled, straight into the hands of the Grey Wardens. It was then that he became a recruit, and soon he drank the blood-lyrium mix and survived. After that, he suffered with ravaging hunger and horrible dreams. This contributed to his somewhat insane personality. When the Grey Wardens were burnt, he fled, and started to gather an army. Weapons: Warhammer, shortsword. Fighting Strategy: Attack, Close Range Group?: One Other: "We have to keep together." Female Warden Username: Mousia Name: Shane Age: 27 Gender: Female Race: Elf Birthplace: Unknown, but probably near the village of Haven Clothing: I'll bonk you on the head for that! Appearance: Shane has black hair that goes slightly below her jawline and medium blue eyes. Like this, but without the facial tattooing. Personality: She is fairly reserved and quiet, but wise and occasionally snappy when the situation calls for her interjection. Shane doesn't like failure or judgement, but she doesn't let her emotions show through and hates it when people tell her things about herself. History:She doesn't like to talk about it because she thinks it boring and unnecessary, but she was born in Haven (or around there) and was often called a coward for her long distance style and reserved nature. However, she brushed it off and learned to deal with it as a means of getting what she wanted. It deal a great deal for her to learn that skill young. Weapons: Shane carries a longbow to attack her enemies from a distance and a staff to keep them away and club them from afar. Fighting Strategy: She's more of a supporting attacker who likes ranged weapons. Because she's not the strongest, she relies on attacking her opponent before he can attack her. Group?: One Other: "If I fall by a sword, it's my own fault. If I fall by an arrow, at least I was cunning enough to escape the sword." Members Username: 0023567467 Name: Tammora Age: 23 Gender: Female Race: Elf Birthplace: Gwaren Clothing: This took a while to find Appearance: Without the squirrel/animal Personality: Tammora is friendly elf. She is arrogant at times and she doesn’t like people who are late. She doesn’t make friends easily and she has a short patience span. Tammora likes to walk alone and do things by herself without the help of others. She likes to help other people out but doesn’t like it when they try to help her out. She can be mean at times but she is a always truthful. History: Tammora was born in the town Gwaren. She always used to go into the forest and speak to animals or sit down and listen to the birds chirping but she was always bullied about it. She learned how to use a bow and sword at a very young age so she has become a very good fighter. Weapons: Bow Sword Fighting Strategy: At the beginning she is at the back using her bow and then at the front using her sword. Group?: One Other: “There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery” Username: Misty-Shroud Name: Jared Hawklin Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Birthplace: Haven Clothing: His Armor Appearance: Jared (Ignore the eyes) has black, messy hair that reaches past his forehead slightly. His eyes are a dark grey with slight tints of blue mixed in. He is somewhere in between skinny and muscular and is the average height for a man, while he is slightly under the average weight. Personality: Jared is calm, serious, and simply cold to most people. He rarely speaks to many people, usually preferring to keep to himself. He constantly pushes people away who try to help him, unable to drop his usually cold demeanor. On rare occasions Jared displays a sweet side, but he is usually quick to hide it before anyone notices. History: When Jared was young his father and mother died when bandits came into their home. Jared barely escaped and watched his house burst into flames as the bandits set it on fire. Jared soon found himself wandering out of the town of Haven and deeper into the forest, killing animals and learning to survive on his own. As the years passed he became much inverted than before, using the death of his parents as an excuse. Weapons: Two daggers and a short sword Fighting Strategy: Jared generally stays near the center of the fighting, using his speed and agility to avoid attacks. His first attack is usually launched from the shadows. Group?: He will joining group one in a bit Other: "I fight to survive." Group Two Male Warden Username: RainDash Name: Jarett Vakarian Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Human Birthplace: Harper's Ford Clothing: Didn't I say I was the Hero? Appearance: Jarrett's hair sticks up on its own. He doesn't bother with it often, occasionally washing it and stuff, but his hair usually will just stay up unless wet. His cold blue eyes are the only part of his appearance that is off putting. They're always thinking, what move to do where. Personality: Before the Grey Wardens, he was a carefree kid. Now he's a hardened man. Jarrett was actually picked on because of his lack of aptitude, and laziness. However, he has a knack for strategy and swordplay. He simply didn't use it before. Since the loss of the majority of Grey Wardens, he's become the opposite of what you'd expect. He's become the hero of his own story, often referring himself as such. He's friendly, happy, and deep down in the depths of his heart, guilty. He blames himself for not staying to fight. However, he'd never reveal it because he's determined that he shouldn't weigh anyone else down with the guilt too. He can act a little crazy sometimes, but its for show, trying to lighten the mood or keep morale up. History: Jarrett was son to a nobleman, they moved out to Harper's Ferry to strengthen the outpost by sending more Orlesian emigrates there. They had just settled in when Arl Tarleton Howe was hung. Deciding to move, Jarrett's parents went on the road to sell 'magic' baubles and trinkets. A sort of retirement. The happy times ended when Jarett was forced to flee wounded and scarred emotionally from watching his parents be slaughtered by the Darkspawn at the age of fourteen. Through no small amount of effort, he was noticed by the Grey Wardens. When he drank the blood-lycrum mix, most people think he became a little unstable, but he survived and most of his mental facilities are intact. Weapons: Short sword, Dagger Fighting Strategy: Up close, personal. If an ally is attacked, he will defend them. He's more occupied with ensuring the group remains alive than winning the fight. Group?: Two (Grey Warden) Other: "Bring it on! I'm the hero of this story, and you're just the pathetic villian!" Female Warden Username: Misty-Shroud Name: Kyndra Maylin Age: 23 Gender: Female Race: Human (Mage) Birthplace: Lothering Clothing: Her robes ~Note: Art isn't mine. Appearance:Kyndra has black, slightly curly hair. She is the average height and has a rather slim figure. Her eyes are a bright blue with slight shades of green mixed in, giving them an almost clouded look. Her skin is rather pale, standing out against her hair. Personality: Kyndra is very kind and warm-hearted, though she does have trouble expressing this at times. She is quiet, and slightly shy at times. When a discussion is going on she usually stays silent until she feels her opinion is needed.. She is rarely angry and even when she is, she is oddly calm. History: Kyndra was born in lothering to a pair of poor parents. As Kyndra grew she quickly showed a strong magical potential, which her parents tried to hide. When she was about seven years old she was found out by a local templar and taken to the mage circle. She remembers little of her parents and even less of her time in Lothering. At the age of 20 she completed her Harrowing and about a year later, she was recruited into the grey wardens. Weapons: Her Staff Fighting Strategy: She usualy stays near the back of the group, attacking enemies using elemental spells. She also has minor healing abilities that she uses on occasion. Group?: Two (Grey Warden) Other: "The fight is on." Members Username: Saikachan, but Saika's fine~ Name: Arlana Rhuviel – though she's called Lana Age: 22 Gender: Female Race: Elf (Mage) Birthplace: Close to the Brecilian Forest Clothing: Lana usually wears this, though she carries this as a change of clothes. In addition, she uses this cloak. (None of the artwork belong to me.) Appearance: Lana has shoulder-length, wispy, blond hair which constantly tangles in the wind and annoys her terribly, though she does admit that she is rather fond of her hair when it behaves. Her eyes, on the other hand, she isn't that fond of as they are a reddish brown colour, and if seen in the right light they might look red (But they're really brown. Honest!). As she grew up in a Dalish clan, she received the blood writing when she was deemed ready to take on the responsibilities of an adult, and after meditating and seeking counselling from the gods, she received the vallaslin of Dirthamen, the elven god of secrets and knowledge. Personality: As innocent as she can possibly be under the circumstances, Lana always wants to do the right thing. She doesn't believe in the saying “The end justifies the means” and will probably refuse to go along with something she's against unless she believes it's the only way. Even so, she hates confrontations, and will more often than not be the mediator between warring parties than participate in the dispute herself, even if she originally had her own opinion. She is somewhat of a pushover unless it concerns something she believes is wrong or something she feels strongly about, as she prefers to relent rather than spark an argument. Because of this she might seem weak, but she is actually quite an accomplished mage, even though she prefers to use her defensive and healing spells rather than her offensive spells. She can be unintentionally blunt at times, and she apologizes much more than she really should. History: Lana was born two years after all the clans met in the meeting called Arlathvhen, during a time when her clan sorely needed a mage. Their Keeper was growing old and no one believed he would live for much longer, yet there was no one he could pass on his knowledge to. Another clan had given them one of their mages during the Arlathvhen, but he had died of sickness a year after his arrival, with no one to take his place as the Keeper's First. That's why, when it became apparent that Lana had the ability to connect with the Fade, she was quickly made the Keeper's First despite her young age. Thus she was taught in the ways of the Keeper during her childhood, beginning with the elven lore and language and moving to the arts of the mage as she grew older. She received her vallaslin at the age of eight, slightly earlier than the other children. However, the year she turned twelve what everyone knew would happen came to pass and the Keeper died, leaving her to serve as the new Keeper. Determined not to fail she set about her new task, but found quickly that however much the rest of the clan respected her as a keeper and treated her as an adult due to her vallaslin, none of them could stop subconsciously thinking of her as a child. Thus, rather than being a leader of her clan, she became more of a mediator between the elder elves as they argued, and was only occasionally asked for her own opinion. This probably affected her personality as well, leading her to avoid confrontation when possible. Even so, the fact that she did not have to be the clan leader made her able to devote time to further her abilities as a mage, and her abilities grew as the years passed. It wasn't enough, however, when the darkspawn attacked her clan. Surprising and sudden, the darkspawn managed to kill many before any resemblance of resistance arose, and even then no one had any hope of defeating the attackers. She can still remember her father's shout to run, to survive, as he fought one of the darkspawn, keeping it away from her. She can still remember being unable to help, all of her arcane knowledge fleeing her panicked mind as her family and friends were slaughtered around her. Much of that night is blurry, forgotten, hidden in the furthest reaches of her mind, but she remembers that. Later she remembers being pulled by one of the elders as they run through the forest, away from the camp, away from the slaughter. That night they both managed to escape, but neither of them knew if anyone else survived, or how to find them if they did. After that she lived with the elder who had saved her, Maeve. They were going to travel from place to place in the ways of her people until the next Arlathvhen, where they would join another clan. Maeve, however, was old, and the events she had gone through took their toll on her health, leaving her sickly and weak. Lana did her best to keep her alive, but eventually Falon'Din came for her, and Lana was left alone. As the attack happened only three years after the last Arlathvhen and Lana travelled with Maeve for a year, there are still six or so years left until the clans next meet. Now twenty-two years, Lana continues living the way she did with Maeve, with the futile hope that she might happen across another clan before the next Arlathvhen. Weapons: As she is a mage, she uses a staff, but she also has a dagger in case her magic fails her. Fighting Strategy: Lana has a largely supportive style of fighting, preferring to use her spells to heal and defend allies instead of attacking. She only uses offensive spells when she finds it impossible to avoid. Group?: Two, eventually. Other: “Treasure those close to your heart,” or “Be grateful for what you have.” Username: TMD Name: Gray "Painted Dragon" or "Basilisk" Sinortis Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Elf, Mage Birthplace: The Wilds Clothing: Got somethin' against me? Appearance: I'm wondering if I can use you... The reason that she was named Gray, her true name, was because of her gray eyes. Her nicknames, or assassin names, are either "Painted Dragon" or "Basilisk". She is called Painted Dragon by the people who hire her, since she wears a black and gold dragon mask, and uses many fire spells. Other than that, she is called Basilisk by her enemies, due to her poisonous personality and, the rumor is, if someone beds her, they die the next day. Personality: Cocky, loud, and angry. Gray is only silent when it comes time to actually kill someone. She is very flirtatious, beautiful, and deadly- this is how she gets near her male targets. History: Born in the Wilds, she was found out about her magic skills by the Circle. They took her in without her permission, and... Some corrupted man promised her freedom if she was to kill the four Grey Wardens left. Weapons: Poison, Fire spells, along with a bit of electric and ice, and her precious dragon claws that she wields on every finger. Fighting Strategy: Usually stays far away from enemies. Other than that, she uses her dragon claws to fight close up. Group?: Two [Enemy] Other: "I'm a woman under all of this." Possibly the most unique character that I made. o_o Edited July 19, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 (edited) Arod The sun had long since fallen behind the mountains, casting long, surreal shadows over the forests and creeks. The birds had fallen quiet, except for the owls that hooted somewhere deep in the forest. A fox barked, and there was a tinsy rustle in a bush; the russet head poked out, tongue lolling as it darted out deeper into the forest. The silence in the camp was unbearable. Usually Shane spoke to him, but he didn't know where the blighted elf went. All that Arod was doing now was sharpening his short sword with a rock near the fire. The sound of steel against stone was somewhat soothing of his nerves... But he knew that the darkspawn were coming sooner or later. His green eyes darted up at the sound of the same fox, screaming in the forest depths. He remembered dully that foxes made that sound. The first time he heard it, he thought some horrible thing was killing an innocent woman. When he had entered, all he felt was the fox brushing against his leg as it fled from the giant of a man. Sighing, he dropped the rock and stood up. His stomach was eating itself again, and they had no food. Alas, one of the side effects of drinking darkspawn blood and going through the Joining. Ravenous hunger, shortened lifespan, and horrible nightmares. Sometimes, he had nightmares while he was starving to death, and he woke up soaked in sweat and with a fever. He made his way to his tent, hoping to at least find a tart to soothe his hunger. Edited July 12, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Kyndra stared into the fire as she rolled a rock in her hands, her greenish-blue eyes reflecting the light of a fire. Her mind, like always, wandered from topic to topic, never really settling on something to think about. First she was remembering her time in the mage tower, then she was remembering her joining, and now she was thinking solely of the darkspawn. Four grey wardens, split up into two groups. The four of them had to raise an army against the darkspawn and she had to admit that she had her doubts about the idea. Her hand closed around the rock and she looked up from the fire, throwing the rock as far as she could. Her gaze went back to the fire and let out a sigh. Could they really gather an army before it was too late. We can. she thought, trying to convince herself, but the doubts still lingered. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Shane looked up at the sky. Her dreams were so vivid that she could almost see a dragon in the sky, mocking her. It made her want to curl up and cry. Cry and sob and grab onto her mother and go home. But she had to stay strong and keep her face stony cold. She always bore in mind that anyone who knew her well enough would really, really be worried if her emotions got to her so much that she cried. So she cracked her knuckles, grit her teeth, and turned to their little camp. She was hidden behind a tree, but she could see Arod moving along, preparing for the incoming blood-spilling. They'd both know it was coming beforehand, which would strike fear in their hearts, but the wardens wouldn't let a shred of doubt cross their faces in front of others. As her male counterpart entered his tent, the woman sighed, and rubbed her face. A war dog passed her and she petted it as it wagged its tail. It wasn't her dog, but she had a particular affinity for animals. Besides, the dog would be fighting alongside them, so it deserved some common courtesy. She patted the friendly beast on its side, her way of bidding it farewell and sending it off on its merry way. Running her fingers through her hair, the elf took her staff from its place hanging on her shoulders behind her and practiced hitting the tree, pretending it was an enemy that had sprung from the ground (as the creatures in the Blight did). There were practice dummies littered around camp, but she knew her staff well enough to get a level of momentum to produce force that would knock such a dummy over, which would be annoying. Besides, a strong and steady tree was much more her friend than a lump of straw with a target painted upon its chest. Once she had exhausted her wants of practice, she took her staff as a walking stick and tapped it gently on one of the wooden support pins of Arod's tent to warn him of her presence outside his dwelling. "Arod," she called. Shane remembered the first time they'd met. He was slightly her senior and, when she was but a fresh recruit, he greeted her coldly. "What's the knife-ear doing here?" he'd shouted at the Grey Warden that had seniority of them both and was much more experience than they at the time. "She's a recruit." The man had been calm, as if expecting the reacting. "Fine, but if she gets in the way, she's just as bad as the darkspawn!" It hurt her deep down, but her face was cold and unresponsive as usual. She stared at him as he gave her the cold shoulder and told herself that she would show him up someday. Or break down the barriers in his heart so she could tell him the hurt that had been festering for years. He probably knew that he was rude and that he made people sad and upset, but he just didn't care. It saddened her that she would probably not be able to tell her feelings to anyone. They would suffocate her eventually. But she clung onto the hope that Arod, her closest colleague, would trust her enough to let her trust him to keep the fact that she had feelings - real, working feelings - a secret. It was vital that she appeared strong to the others. Especially because, as a woman, she was respected less than Arod from the get-go. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Arod His fingers untied the bag that he had hastily, pulling it apart and making things fall to the floor. Health droughts and lyrium potions spilled to the floor, clattering and clinking against each other. Arod never took lyrium, but maybe Shane would need it or he could sell it to someone for a good price. A soft thump caught his attention, and he looked down to see a wrapped tart atop the flasks. He ripped off the wrapping and shoved it into his mouth, holding back a hum as something fell into his stomach. But, of course, before long, he was starving as he was before once more. He had to had a good meal... A really good meal. Someone came up to him and he heard the tapping of a staff against a support. He knew that it was Shane; he didn't like her much... First, she was a woman... And second, she was an elf. Thirdly, she was a bloody mage! But the Grey Wardens knew not to discriminate. They always said bad things came in threes... A woman mage elf! He had secretly wanted her to die at the Joining, to become tainted, but she was stronger than he thought, and now he was stuck with her. "Come in." Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Shane lifted up the cloth flap that served for a door. "I just came to tell you that the war hounds are going for a hunt and, if all goes well, we'll have a good dinner tonight. And that we should spar. It's important that we keep our skills sharp, Arod. I know you don't like me and you know I don't like you, so it shouldn't be hard." She narrowed her eyes coldly. Her voice was as icy as her favorite type of spell. The ones that dealt cold damage. It gave her time to beat them with her staff or shock them with an angry lightning bolt. She'd mastered all the primal magics and the healing magic line. She knew she could beat Arod easily if she used her strongest spell on him when he wasn't looking. But she didn't want to. Whether anyone believed it or not, she enjoyed his company and his straightforward way of being. If one was to compare the two, they'd be polar opposites. Arod was open and honest while Shane was mysterious and tight-lipped. Shane was a master of the arcane and Arod was a master of the bloody, dirty battle. The only things they shared were their rank and their coldness towards others. That aside, Shane turned her back on her counterpart and crossed her arms. "I'll be waiting. Just like I always wait for you, human. I wait for you to catch up and struggle to keep my composure because I am the only one in this tent who cares about whether or not we survive the Blight. I have brothers, Arod. Sisters. Friends. I had a life before they took me into the Circle and before I came here and I won't stand by and let the Abominations ruin it. So...make a choice, Arod. Make your choice and make it quick, because I'm not waiting for you any longer than I have." With that and a profane hand gesture, she left the tent and stalked over to a tree, climbed it deftly, and sat, overlooking the small camp. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Arod Arod heaved a sigh and looked at the ground when Shane spoke to him. Her words did nothing to him... But they were true. He had to work with her if they wanted to beat the blight... But who would want to work with an elf? A woman elf? Not only that, but a woman mage elf. As she turned away and gave a profane gesture, Arod narrowed his eyes and frowned. He remembered that day clearly. He had gone to spare with his friend when the dragon came. Eyes bulging, tongue lolling. And the flames came. It scorched his friend to death. The women, more specifically, the woman that he had started to care for. He could still remember her screams... Closing his eyes and drawing in a shaky breath, he walked to the tree Shane was in and crossed his arms. "Ready." Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Shane looked down. "No you're not." She let herself fall down to the ground anyway, bending her knees to brace them for the impact. "But we can spar. I suppose you really aren't so bright." She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. Then, suddenly, she sent her hand toward his chest, palm out. It wasn't an attack, simply a gesture. "When you're ready, you'll realize that anger isn't enough to fight the Blight. A strong iron sword isn't enough. You'll see that grief won't win the battle. You have to realize that the love that you and her shared, that's what you're fighting for. Maker knows that that love still lives in your heart. And maybe you'll find someone else. Maybe you won't. But you'll still have love because the flame still burns within you, somewhere deep and dark and secluded." She withdrew her hand, still holding his gaze defiantly. "I'm not going to crack your heart open so you can live to see the end of this horror. You have to find your own way. If you die because you were ignorant, that's your choice. But I told you the secret and I will live with a clear conscience, regardless of what happens to you." Stepping back, she narrowed her eyes and held out her staff. "Take your position, ignorant one." Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Arod "I don't know what you're talking about." Arod wiped the stain that she had left on his breast plate, his green eyes narrowing at her. He tried to keep the relationship under wraps... But maybe word got out. His friend started to tease him every time she walked by. Maybe it was the way that his gaze changed, or his lips twitched. Maybe the word had gotten to Shane... She kind of reminded him of her, dark haired... He walked to his position and slid out his short sword. He had to train with that. He had to... To kill the darkspawn... "Your move." Share this post Link to post
Posted July 12, 2013 Shane closed her eyes briefly. "I'll not use magic in this fight. I do not wish to kill you so soon." The woman adjusted her grip on her staff before slamming it down on the ground, giving her enough force to propel herself up and do a flip over her sparring partner. She landed behind him a good three feet away. Tapping his back lightly with her staff, she spoke lowly. "Taking the first move is a fool's resort. I forfeit it to you, human. But I would have killed you by now had this been a real fight." She withdrew her staff then and held it diagonally across her body defensively. She'd be ready for his attacks to come her way. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Arod The man knew what happened. The lithe elf flew over him and landed behind him, poking him in the back with her staff. Growling, Arod spun around and brandished his shortsword. This woman was getting on his nerves... But then again, Miram had gotten on his nerves as well... "You're clever." Arod grunted angrily. Sending him in for the fool's shot? Why, how classy. He raised his sword and aimed to lash out at her with all of his force with a deafening war cry. Sadly, he should have known that he shouldn't put all of his energy into one blow. But he was guided by anger, even in this fake fight. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Shane recognized the anger in his eyes and didn't back down. His anger was far less scary than his sadness. She'd seen it. Fleeting, but still there. When she mentioned...her. The dead girl that Arod had loved. But she knew very well how to handle her colleague's anger, for it arose often. She watched the sword come down and glided back right before it would have hit. It was too late for him to change the sword's course. The elf had iron on the inside of her boots to protect her feet whilst still appearing modest and often used those to her advantage. But she didn't want to kick him. That would be mean. To exploit him so. So she used her staff to knock him on the side of the head. It wouldn't kill him, but he'd likely have a bruise if he didn't dodge. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Arod Maker damn it! The sword sliced through the air, and he huffed as he regained his breath from the blow. He shouldn't have done that... Suddenly, something came at him from his left, and smacked against his head. Staggering back, he regained his balance and glared at Shane. Anger burned in his gaze, and he ground his teeth. He grabbed his sword at another angle, and sent the pummel toward Shane's stomach. If it hit, she would bend forward in shock, at least he hoped so. And then she would be more unguarded than before... Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Shane knew Arod better than he had estimated, and that was obvious. As he aimed another attack at her, she couldn't help but to feel confident. He hadn't done a single thing right in the battle so far. She was on a winning streak. As she dodged the blow, she hit the back of her heel on a rock and fell to the ground. The trip seemed to take forever as she plummeted down from her confidence. She landed hard on her left side and was too jarred to get up. All she could think of was that first meeting. The scornful look. How weak she'd been. How vulnerable without proper training nor good warning against him. And she hated that feeling. She hated being weak and she hated being told what she could and couldn't do. She hated everything that Arod did to her. He called her names and never respected her. Everything that she was was something he hated and that almost made her cry right there. But she kept her tears inside and tried to push herself up, but only fell on her face. Damn it. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Arod Again, the steel blade wooshed through the air, the ringing sound making an annoying thing to be heard. While Shane was lithe and skinny, he was tall and... Bulky, so he wasn't expecting to win this fight. That made him all the angrier. He could never beat Shane in a fight. For some reason, she was always better than him. He couldn't help but think of the captain of the guard, saying that one had to try their best. Oh, how he tried... But he could never succeed. Suddenly, Shane fell over, and Arod saw this as an opportunity. He went over and pressed his blade to her throat, careful not to cause her harm. Not that he cared about her or something... The wound could fester, no matter how small it was, and it could kill her. "Confidence earns you death as well as anger does." With that, he sheathed his blade and turned around, walking back to the fire that they had burning. His stomach was aching with pain... And he felt very, very hungry. Are the war hounds back yet?" Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Tammora was sitting around the fire, twirling a piece of wood between her fingers. Shane and Arod were sparring, Tammora thought that Shane would win but it turned out the Arod won instead. She turned back to the fire and answered Arod's question. "I don't know. I haven't seen them yet so I'm guessing no." Tammora was feeling bored, she snapped the twig she was holding in two and threw the pieces into the fire. As she was throwing the piece of wood into he fire a branch of a tree caught her eye and she went over to it. Tammora sat down and got out her sword. A hunting knife or dagger would have been better but she didn't have those so she had to stay content with a sword. Slowly she began to carve the wood into a model of a dragon. When she had finished the dragon looked alright but it was far from beautiful. Tammora was angry that she couldn't sculpture a nice piece of art so she also threw the model into the fire. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Shane got back up, her face not being any different than it had been before. "But you forget, Arod, that I would have killed you twice before you could even get an attack in." She climbed a taller tree after putting her staff behind her back again and stood on the tallest bough that would hold her. "They're on their way back. Got something big but I can't see what it is." Hopping down from branch to branch until it was safe to fall to the ground, she sighed. "Gonna have food soon..." Her stomach rumbled in preparation. She saw the woman through her sculpture into the flames and nodded slightly. "Yes, well, sometimes dissatisfaction is a gift." Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 Arod Arod narrowed his eyes as he glowered over his shoulder. The man knew that Shane could have killed him... She knew magic. She could have roasted him with an electric spell or frozen him solid with an ice one. He ignored Tammora and sat quite a ways from the fire. He put his back to the camp. He started to think of his love again. Arod took out his sword and began to cut at his hand, at his palm. [Won't be around much of today.] Share this post Link to post
Posted July 13, 2013 "What are you doing? Why are you trying to cut your hand? Tammora was confused in why Arod would do that. Maybe it's some tradition from were he lives or something. Tammora was feeling hungry, the last time she had eaten was seven hours ago. "Do you now were the food is? She asked Shane. She didn't know Shane very well but she didn't think Shane would be a threat to her. Besides Shane's an elf like me, but that doesn't mean she might try to assassinate me in the middle of the night. Oh well, you can't really trust anyone these days. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 14, 2013 Shane looked over. "It's coming soon, but I couldn't make it out. It was pretty big, though. A bunch of people had to carry it. Maybe a cow or something." She shrugged at the question. "It doesn't really change the fact. I mean, there's no way to tell, but I seriously doubt that it does." (Really have to go. I likely won't be on after this.) Share this post Link to post
Posted July 14, 2013 Arod Arod clutched his hand and glowered up at Tammora. What was with these elves? They were always getting into trouble. Always wanting to get their stupid noses into his things. His green eyes narrowed harshly and he got up. The man grumbled a curse under his breath and scowled at the two women. "First of all, none of yer Maker-damned business." he pointed with a bloody hand at Tammora. "And second of all, I'm going to see if I can go and find food myself. I'm starving, and no blighted dog is turning up with any food." Arod turned on his heel and stormed off. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 14, 2013 Jared walked through the thick undergrowth in the forest, only one of his two daggers held in his hand. His stomach grumbled and he paused, a frown growing on his face. With all the darkspawn around most prey had been scared off or killed and he had been unlucky in finding much to eat. He sighed and ran a gloved hand through his black hair before he pulled it away and started to walk again. He froze suddenly as he heard something being dragged along nearby. He hid near the side of a tree and looked around the other side, surprised to find a few dogs dragging a cow. He frowned, if they had eaten it immediately then they were dragging towards someone, perhaps someone with a camp. He started following them, staying in the shadows and doing his best to stay downwind from them so they wouldn't attack him. He didn't savor the idea of being mauled. Share this post Link to post
Posted July 14, 2013 Shane rolled her eyes as Arod's impatience. As the dogs dragged the animal into camp, she smiled and stood to greet them. "Ho, war hounds!" she greeted them. She wasn't too keen on preparing and skinning the animal, but at least they'd have a meal. "Does anyone want to prepare this?" She looked around, doubtful that anyone would. She rolled her eyes and petted the hounds as they set the beast down. "Someone'll get to it and we'll have a meal. Don't you worry..." She didn't have a knife, though. How was she supposed to handle it? Share this post Link to post
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