Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Sun Sep 22, 2013 7:48 pm

Azreal Demian - Exit, Stage Right

He was surrounded, with the hooded one on the far end of the deck. It's presence was not Human, or Elven... and it sure as hell wasn't a Dwarf. Despite his situation, he couldn't help but chuckle. "You know... Just once... I'd like things to go smoothly." He grabbed a smoke bomb from his belt and threw it at his feet. The cloud created was large enough to cover half of the deck. Seconds later, six identical figures leaped out of the smoke in separate directions. Each one covered ground quickly, despite the chilling air. Among them, Azreal headed off across rooftops, getting as far from the docks as his legs could go. Eventually, he managed to make it to the far side of the city. By then his copies had dissipated, and hopefully he was clear.

An hour later, he met with his client. The man was clearly surprised by what that cargo actually was, as well as the mysterious one who guarded it. Azreal received his payment, fifty bits. As a bonus for the unexpected sample and information, the man included a sovereign in the reward. "Pleasure doin' business with you." As Azreal moved across the city to the main gate, one of his contacts approached him with news. Redcliffe had literally been wiped off the map. A letter from his contact in Redcliffe told him that the castle was attacked by Darkspawn, and that the survivors had moved to the Keep near Lothering. Azreal got a horse and wasted no time heading for the Keep. He was hoping that a friend of his hadn't gone and gotten herself killed.

-An Old "Friend"-

Azreal got in without any trouble. Inside the Keep, he asked around for where the Redcliffe survivors were staying. No clear answer was given, so he moved to high ground to scout around for anyone that stuck out. There on the east wall, someone caught his eye. A few leaps and a climb had him up on the wall. Perched on the side of the wall, he saw her in front of him, eyes out into the distance. She was wearing some traditional robes, something he never cared for. "Never thought I'd see you wearing that getup..." He let out a slight chuckle as he looked at her with a smile. "Been a while, lethal'lan. How ya been?"
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Glacier » Mon Sep 23, 2013 6:33 pm

- The Orzammar Trail -

Zasalim looked on and listened as this woman revealed herself to be Morrigan, one of Asha'bellanar's daughters. The glistening gaze of her golden eyes was enchanting but there was clearly tension between Morrigan and her mother as she spoke in response to the name. Her hesitation at his inquiry was obvious but he was patient enough. She continued on, explaining that she could only tell him so much, but what she did reveal weighed heavily on his mind.

As always there where two sides to every story. He knew well the tale of the foundation of Revas'Thala and the Quel'Elhen elves origin some three centuries ago, but the devil's in the details. It seemed this great feat was drenched in blood as it where for the start of most civilizations. Though he knew the gist of how his people came to be, he never gave much thought to the methods used or how the elves adapted their now inherent longevity and magical abilities liken to their ancient ancestors.

After his business was completed he'd have to report back home and see just how far this rabbit hole goes. All in all, he knew he had a choice to make and a conflict to resolve on the path he walked. For now that path lead him to the dwarves' front door step. Morrigan then told of Redcliffe's fall to a great evil. Looking back on the horizon he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the dark clouds and ominous orange glow emanating from the city as it was reduced to ashes. His attention then returned to Morrigan as she imparted upon them a few more nuggets of wisdom. "Hmm, I look forward to stretching my wings then. I only wonder if we can actually escape the abyss and if not, what will we find there...? We'll just have to wait and see."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Zelosse » Thu Sep 26, 2013 4:46 am

Marcus Hammerstrike


Time passed slowly for the aged blacksmith. Even with Vovin awake, alive and healthy, Marcus spiraled ever further into his own odd depression. He'd reverted to something akin to the raw metal he worked with in a funny, if a bit strage, kind of way. He refused to eat anything, refused to talk no matter who tried or the methods used to try and snap him out of it, even a strong strike across the face from Bill had elicited no more than a grunt. The worst part was that he wouldn't look Bill or Vovin in the eyes anymore. Something about them at that moment pained him more than words could convey.

Both of them probably knew it by the time the remnants of the army arrived in Lothering.

Marcus' cloak he'd been given hid the horrible sight upon his back. The fire had burned deep and left an ugly weeping sore, bright red where it peeked out of the black scorched skin still on his back. Day by day it wore down on him like a curse and a reminder, that was why he'd kept it without telling anyone how bad it'd gotten and refused to help of healers or even bandages. Throughout the journey he'd secluded himself from everyone else to try and hide his condition, every step was a test of his inner strength and determination. Ever fall was his greatest act of atonement. Every drop of blood and sweat he lost as his wounds reopened was a sacrifice he willingly gave.

The moment they entered Lothering he collapsed with a wordless prayer to whatever gods would hear him. His back was agony, fresh and bloody in the heat, and finally revealed. Marcus wasn't sure what happened after that, consciousness was a hard thing to regain after such an ordeal. A great deal of work had been done to his back, removing the infected tissue and applying ointments of all kinds to soothe the pain no doubt lancing through the old mans back. Visitors were kept away and he was handled in a quarantine incase he'd carried heavy infection. The priests said it was a divine miracle that he'd survived this long and traveled that great a distance with the broken bones, cuts, bruises, and burned flesh upon him. Vovin knew it was stubborn pride.

Days had likely gone by while Marcus slipped between his fevered dreams, dreams of death and carnage that made him roar out in his sleep against the darkness that tried to tear him apart. Despite that he never showed fear as he lay yelling in the bed he was placed on, no, he was snarling and ready to fight. With a final shout to some god he did not know, his eyes sprung open to greet the sunlight.

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Zha'Gren - Amidst the treasure if it all



Out the army marched to the cold road ahead, leaving behind both the history and the smoldering refuse that had one been castle Redcliffe in the dust. Valmyria was on her own for the time being. Zha'Gren, the hunter, the survivor, trotted away from the group like a shadow. Only Valmyria and the other tense wardens nearby sensed his departure, even if a little, before it faded away all-together as he finally outdistanced what must be the 'radius' that the wardens could effectively sense a Darkspawns corrupted blood. Forever more that would hang on his head as a weapon to be dropped upon him when the time came to test Valmyrias worthiness.
Nothing could be his 'master' forever, not without a challenge. It was the way of the hunt.

Die or serve.
Zha'Gren still drew breathe.


As the main group advanced forward, the Arl had stayed behind for a brief moment. He'd told his guards to stay close but otherwise give him peace as he said his goodbyes in private to the home he had lost to treachery and deceit. His hardships were not over so easily.
As he stood upon the clearing with his back to the road and guards out of sight, he sighed and turned around. To his credit he didn't flinch upon seeing him.
In the middle of the road was the undisguised hunter of legend. The 'spirit of the hunt' had been his favorite tale as a lad, speaking often of courage and great prowess to fight the dangers the hunter saught out for no better reason that his own betterment and sport. How odd it seemed to the Arl when he learned that the great hunter had been a Darkspawn. Stranger still, that it stood before him now brandishing a great black handaxe.

The Arl cleared his throat and spoke up, trying not to alert his guards. He'd be dead before his words left his throat anyways if the stories were true. "What do you want, Hellspawn."
Zha'Gren let the insult simply pass him by. His own voice was melodic, like the elves, but the tone was unmistakable. "To be left alone."
The Arl wasn't sure he understood. Alone? But why would.. Then it struck him. The beast means to follow the Warden in secret. "Left alone from what. Why must I keep quiet of the truth that shadows that woman." His use of 'woman' was neither praising nor degrading, earning him a small nod from the Darkspawn.
"Because fear is not the weapon you want her wielding. None must know what walks beside her. You, her, and the few others have been similarily warned against loose tongues." Zha'Gren's golden sword came out of the sheath upon his hip, the blade catching the rays of the sun with an awe inspiring glow, while the axe seemed... Darker.
The Arl recognized the blade immediatly, having given it to his champion before the great battle. Thinking it lost had devastated him, along with the knowledge that it was likely molten slag by now. To see it being held by this... creature was an outrage. Yet he recognized something the Darkspawn might not have. The blade was called 'Dauntless', a magical blade that could only be wielded by those without fear and with great pride. The glow upon its blade proved it had chosen the wielder, not the other way around.
The artifact had never graced the Arl with such a fierce glow before. It was a pitiful excuse, even he admitted that, but now wasn't the time for allies. This creature had fought for him, bled for him, and wielded the holy blade of his ancestors. It would have to suffice.
"I will inform my guards to be quiet of this. You have my word. So long as you wield that blade, 'Dauntless', against my foes and not my own loyal men, you will be treated as nothing more than a hallucination to those who know the truth." The Arl closed his eyes and bowed his head for a brief moment in respect for the creatures prowess. When he looked up again, it was gone. Not so much as a marking upon the ground it had stood moments ago.

Four of his guards saluted him as the proud Arl walked forward to meet his armies. The creature hadn't rested all his fears about the Warden commander, or itself really, but it was a start. He needed to believe it was the best he could hope for right now.

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While Valmyria was busy in Lothering with her purity robes or whatever silliness the warrior was doing when he'd left, Zha'Gren had gone about his own purity ritual now that the battle had been won. Though it wasn't for forgiveness, for pride, or anything like that. It was a purity from the bond he shared with his kin and the cursed ability for those wardens to see him. Tribal magic used the right way could do anything, so now it was time to put it to the test.

Years after he'd killed his former master, Zha'Gren had studied under a powerful witch doctor of sorts who'd survived for decades in the harsh deserts. He'd taught the hunter how to craft totems for specific things such as warding or ogres strength, but they had been forgotten as the decades rolled on. Zha'Gren had focused more upon his own abilities to enhance with the totemic rituals and prizes. Now was the time to see if he could muster up his greatest one yet.
In a circle before him lined with the polished skulls of human and Darkspawn alike, rested a pile of scorched bones, three severed heads formerly resting upon the betrayers heads, a fresh human carcass, and a vial of blood he had gotten from a very special source.
Valmyria windstrider. It had taken a great deal of effort to find her blood but he had done it. Fresh blood had been spilled before their departure when a wound opened and the drops fell upon the remaining leaves. Zha'Gren had taken the blood in a vial and preserved it for a short time until now.

Finding the bones had been the most difficult part due to the fire. It had taken him hours to scour the ruins for suitable skulls and an intact skeleton. A skeleton of a dead warden. With great care he had stipped the bodies of flesh, leaving the polished white below, and crushed the bones into chunks with his axe until the rested around the bloodied corpse in the middle of the circle. The magic he'd slowly been invoking as he'd placed the bodies and the skulls in their places was beginning to form to its final stage. Zha'Gren pulled out the amulet he'd kept from the betrayers and gently unsealed the blood vial in the middle.
It was now or never.
Great skill went into his work as he splashed the blood drop by drop upon the skulls in the circle, leaving only 1/3 of the original content still within it. The original blood had been of a blood mage infected with Darkspawn blood and laced with powerful warding spells. Continuing his chant, he lowered Valmyria's blood into the amulet and mixed it gentle inside the container. Blood of the Warden Commander. Finally it was time. Zha'Gren sliced his palm with his ritual dagger that lay across his legs, and let the blood flow into the vial until it was full and replaced the lid. It was time.
His magic reached a crescendo as the Darkspawn threw a small torch atop the corpse and prayed for success as he tossed in the amulet. He didn't have to wait long.

The moment his blood brew hit the corpse the magic took form. All the skulls in the row gave off a sickly blade and white glow and the torch that ignited the corpse turned a deep green as it swirled endlessly atop the betrayers heads, leaving it and the corpse as nothing but black ashes in a matter of moments. The blood upon the skulls took a bright red hue as its magic returned to the amulet and the mixed blood within. Small runes danced across its surface in a swirl of dark magic before finally the ashes encased it tightly. The vial oozed out the blood like vines that stretched end to end across the circular metal before finally cooling down and hardening into the actual frame.
As the magic finally dead out, the ashes scattered to the wind, it lay there.

His greatest masterpiece.

It glowed in a wide spectrum of colors as he peered at it through the ash, shifting from the bright red to dark green to black to white until finally it rested upon a dark purple glow in the centre of its form. It looked like an eye to him for some reason but simply shrugged as the magic faded and the amulet cooled down.
If it had worked as the ritual had intended, he had crafted a weapon every Darkspawn would covet above anything in the world. It was an amulet that would hide his presence from the wardens, rendering him totally invisible to their ability to sense him regardless of proximity. Zha'Gren began his slow walk back to the city of Lothering, back to test his creation.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Draken30000 » Thu Sep 26, 2013 2:11 pm

Vovin recovered quickly from his injuries, though he spent most of the journey walking with a limp. Yet he refused to take to a horse. There was always someone, in his eyes, who needed it more than he. So he walked on, in about as much misery as the rest of the large group. This he could have handled, but one person made the journey agonizing for him.

Marcus had just...stopped.

His real father did not eat, hardly slept, and refused even to look his son in the eye much less talk to him. Vovin was baffled and incredibly concerned. At first he let the old blacksmith have his way, perhaps something had happened at Redcliffe, maybe he had seen something and was just recovering. But time went by and the man Vovin looked up to grew slower and even more reclusive. Vovin remembered trying to confront him, starting off calm, becoming angry, yelling, then finally begging the old man to eat or speak. It was to no avail, he merely walked away without a second glance at the young man. Vovin eventually gave up on trying to get him to talk during the journey, but he kept an ever watchful eye on his mentor. Then they reached Lothering.

Vovin had no time to take in the sights, no time to gaze at this new place. When Marcus fell, time seemed to slow. Vovin turned his head and his mentor was on his knees, then the ground. It was like moving in a dream, everything felt heavy. The events that transpired immediately after were hazy for Vovin. He was cradling Marcus's head, shouting for aid. He saw his father's body being carried off. He tried to follow, but he was stopped by a guard. Shortly after that, the guard hit the ground. It took five men to keep the Dragon Knight away from where they were treating Marcus, and all he remembered was screaming, struggling, and fear.

Eventually Vovin calmed down enough so that he did not have to be watched constantly. When one of the healers told him that Marcus was stable and not going to die, Vovin's mood finally stabilized. He needed to take his mind off of his father until he was permitted to see him again. So he set out to do the only other task he felt needed doing.

He went to look for Valmyria.

Vovin had stained his honor by assaulting an innocent woman, and the Warden Commander no less. His guilt for this was only bested by his concern for Marcus. After some inquiring, he learned of her location. Upon the Keep's Eastern Wall, Vovin spotted the elven warrior. She was dressed in quite the different outfit from when he had last seen her. Her hood was up, but he had no doubt that she must be looking quite beautiful like this. But such thoughts were not what brought him here. He walked up, slowly but not stealthily. He bowed upon reaching her.

"Warden Commander Valmyria? If you would permit my presence, I have come to apologize for my actions towards you at Redcliffe. I was terribly misinformed and serving a corrupt lord. That is no excuse though, I should have..." Here he paused, not knowing exactly what it was he should have done instead.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Seirui » Fri Sep 27, 2013 4:11 am

-Valas Delrune-

It was... Dark. So dark. Darker than anything he'd seen in many years of the black energy that flowed from his very body like a mist, and yet... Inviting. Many times he'd seen the darkness but never had Valas ventured into it as he was now in the flesh..? Valas looked down to his hands and felt a strange detachment to his own body. Only then did the shadow mage realize he was looking down at his body, breathing heavily upon the ground wreathed in the darkness, as he stood in a pale-grey alternate reality of sorts.

He realized rather quickly that this was inside his own mind somewhere even he'd been afraid to go. Slowly his eyes rose to take in the scenery. The ground was pale grey and white with lines of black oozing out from his real body and the ocean was dry as a bone, dead fish littered the horizon, and the castle ruins were coated in the deepest source of black magic he'd ever seen. In the depths of the dark smoke billowing out across the entire castle was a set of dark and angry eyes. Valas would remember that stare forever as the great darkness swarmed down the very cliffs and from every exit imaginable to flow towards him as black tidal wave.
The smoke raged around him like a typhoon, trapping Valas in the eye of it, as the red eyes opened somewhere behind the smoke.

Valas did his best to hold the fierce gaze of his own shadow.
"Sssoooo.... Youuu have coooome baaaack" The voice seemed to come from every direction at once like a rasping hiss.
"Release me, Malkizim. You are nothing if you betray our deal and kill me here in your world."
"What saysss I don't jusst taaaake the bodyyy. Siiimple enouuuuugh." It rasped in a dry laughter.
"I do. By your own words I am in contro-" The typhoon picked up in intensity, cutting off his words mid-sentence. "CONTROL!" It raged, the eyes narrowing behind the veil. "YOU NEARLY COST UUUUUS OUR LIIIIVES BECAUSE YOU CANNOOOOT COOOONTROOOOOOL!" The demon hissed to its counterpart.
"Yet here we are. The enemy has been stockpiling, and you know that. Release me or kill me, monster. we're both in no humor for these games."

Slowly the typhoon lessened to a dullstorm, widening to allow more room and reveal the shadowed outlines of Valas staring at the pale grey version. Unlike the real Valas, the grey colored one, this one was not feeble looking. Its 'body' was comprised of black swarming smoke that coiled around to a near solid form in a replica of its master. The piercing red eyes remained doubtful.
"What of your... Ally."
"I meant what we said. That test has brought us our greatest champion. And your greatest chance of becoming free." Valas stated bluntly. No use trying to lie to himself. Literally.
"We will see in time.. But for now." The shadow raised its arm and flourished its fingers, a blast of shadow magic slammed into Valas' chest and began to flow ever forward and the shadow and his great smoke residue began to form inside of its host once more. Its words echoed in his head the entire trip to Lothering.


"We have a deal. Do not forget it."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Guardian » Sun Sep 29, 2013 11:49 am

Valmyria Windstrider - On the Keep in Lothering

"Azreal Demian," she replied with cold steel in her voice. "I have a list of people I never want to see again in this life, you are pretty close to the top of that list."

Val held little respect for the former Ranger, now hired assassin. He had once been a source of pride for the guard and scouting elements of the Rangers. But had allowed anger and vengeance consume his sense of duty, where justice and freedom should have reigned instead. He had put himself before the people, and that went against every principle of the Order. After the Ranger-General noticed that he had gone rogue, she had been the one selected to lead a team in order to find him and bring him back in. His trail went out of the forest and into the human lands, but from there, thanks mostly to a group of Dalish Hunters, it went cold. Rumors of a Reaper, a Quel'Elhen assassin, graced her ears and those of her fellow Rangers months later.

In short, he disgusted her, and she would have liked nothing better than to ram something sharp and pointy through his chest. However, being a Ranger and the Warden-Commander, bound her to resist giving into these thoughts.

Before either of them could continue into what was most likely going to be a verbal sparring, the young Dragon Knight, Vovin, interrupted, not seeing Azreal quite yet.

Draken30000 wrote:"Warden Commander Valmyria? If you would permit my presence, I have come to apologize for my actions towards you at Redcliffe. I was terribly misinformed and serving a corrupt lord. That is no excuse though, I should have..."

"You are always welcome, Dragon Knight. I also apologize for how... intense the fight between us got," she replied at his pause. The iron in her voice was absent, it was... more gentle, kind. He had caught her off guard up here, not only with Azreal, but in general. She didn't expect to see him so soon, thinking he would rather be a the old forge master's side. Something was linked between the two, she had her suspicions, but kept them to herself. "No, Vovin. Your actions saved lives. Don't let regret cloud your mind. You made a choice, it was wrong, but you made it better. When we make a decision in life, it is up to us to make the best of it. Think instead on the lives you saved, the people you have met, and what you have learned. You can't look back and do anything about it, but you can look ahead and change everything."

A servant of the Keep approached the three. "My Lady, Sir Knight, Ser," he said in greetings. "I have come to inform you that the Forge Master, Marcus Hammerstrike, has awakened."

Val shot Vovin a grin. "Seems like the old coot is up. Go to him, if you desire. I'll be along in a while as soon as I'm done up here. Ohh, and tell him I need some new armor."
“Salvation comes with a cost. Judge us not by our methods, but by what we seek to accomplish.”

"To punish and enslave..."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Scrambles » Sun Sep 29, 2013 12:12 pm

-Among the trees-

As Zasalim and Morrigan (as the woman called herself) talked, Teelo busied himself with walking along the low branches of the trees, humming cheerful tune. Teelo did not remember where he learned the tune from, he just seemed to know it since his earliest memories. A hawk landed higher in the trees ahead of Teelo and let out a screech. Teelo laughed, screeching back, speaking to the bird of prey. The hawk took flight again over Teelo as the boy reached in to his bag for his rabbit and tossed it in the air for the hawk to catch and fly away. Zasalim and Morrigan knew a lot of big words, words that jumbled around in Teelo’s mouth as he tried to say them. “Ashablerna….” He tried to say the word like they did but it was hard for Teelo to understand most of the Two-leg ways. They just seemed weird yet intriguing to him.

As the trio entered the clearing and Teelo returned to the ground, he looked back at the clouds coming from the town. Teelo could smell death in the air, death and fire. He knew from experience what such sights and smells meant; the Two-legs were dead. Teelo recalled the Two-leg cub he had played with before he began following Zasalim. He liked that one; she played with him all the time. The forest child whimpered as he hung his head, saddened at the thought that his playmate was gone. He transformed in to a wolf silently and walked forward in to the clearing, not far off from the others. Teelo turned back towards the scent of death and let out a howl in to the fading light of day. After his long howl ended, Teelo perked up his ears just as a myriad of other howls responded to his own. From every direction the wolves replied with a similar, chilling howl. Teelo listened to their song of mourning for his playmate and walked back over to Zasalim and Morrigan, changing back to his true form as he approached. “We keep going now?” He hurt inside, but Teelo knew not to stay near the scent of death and fire.


-Butchers Tally-

During the long exodus from Redcliffe Isador lay unconscious on a wagon designated for the critically injured. While a few of the court mages had survived, the amount of lyrium needed to mend the bones of the Black Axe wasn’t at hand. Despite the lack of healing and the ordeal he had survived, this was the first untroubled sleep Isador had experienced since he could remember. When Isador finally woke from his slumber he was greeted by the sight of an older woman tending to his wounds at his side in the wagon.

“You’re finally awake I see” She said, not looking up from her work. There was a look of authority to the woman, a matronly feeling about her. Isador only needed one good look at the womans clothing to know who she was.

“Revered Mother, do not waste your time on such a sinner…..” Strauss said, trying to sit up, letting out a grunt of pain from the movement of his broken ribs. “Please, tend to the other wounded.”

The Revered Mother scoffed as she wiped her hands on a cloth. “I have seen to all the other wounded Ser, now stop moving, you’ll exacerbate your condition.”

Strauss ceased moving out of simple reflex, his days as an orphan in the chantry and being looked after by the Mothers was another faded, cracked memory, but his body remembered the paddle well enough. He looked around at the refugees traveling around him, his comrades dotted the group in various conditions, all looking weary from the battle. “Where do we travel to Mother?” Strauss asked as he looked forward down the road.

“Lothering I am told.” The Revered Mother replied as she finished preparing new dressings for the wounded. “We still have some time before we arrive however.”

Isador remained silent for a while, simply watching the road ahead, lost in his thoughts. He found himself at a crossroads, one road pointed him toward MacCullen and the justice for countless victims finally wrought, the other seemed to be the very one he was traveling on. So many wounded, tired survivors of the treachery of the Teryn; their plight could not be overlooked. Isador warned the man of what he would do if he crossed him, and he still wished to show him very slowly and painfully.

“Revered Mother…..would you fulfill a penitent man’s request?” Isador asked, thinking back on all his sins.

“Of course Ser.” The Revered Mother replied

“I am not a S-“

“I know who you are Isador Strauss, and what you have done.” There was no tone of disdain or judgment in the Revered Mothers voice, only acknowledgement. “The Maker forgives all those who seek his mercy, I believe you know this.”

“I have spilled so much blood that I should be drowning in it…..so many years of carnage and death.”

The Revered Mother smiled and took Isador’s face in her hands. “Well then it is a good thing we have a long road ahead.” She said, taking some incense from a satchel and lit them, placing them around the two of them. “It’s not a proper confession, but under the circumstances I think the Maker will look the other way.”

“Forgive me Revered Mother, for I have sinned against our Maker and Father above.” Isador began the confessional, bringing back glimmering memories from his childhood.

“Confess your sins my child, and let the Maker forgive you.” The Revered Mother replied, taking on a solemn tone and look.

With that, Isador Strauss, the Black Axe began to confess his sins, years of bloodshed, madness and pain laid bare for all around to hear. He did not care that others could hear, to him, only himself and the Revered Mother existed in this moment. His admission of sin would last the entire length of the trip to Lothering.


---In Lothering---

Upon arrival to the town of Lothering and the completion of his confession, Isador was brought to the local chantry where the Revered Mother received lyrium from the Templar’s supply. With the necessary reagents finally in hand, a few of the Arl’s mages began to heal the more serious injuries, including Strauss’ bones. The process took about an hour with so few mages available but once finished; Isador moved his arm once again. It was a bit stiff and sore but with a little rest he was assured he would make a complete recovery. Before leaving, Isador paid his respects to the Revered Mother, prayed at the alter and began making his way to the Keep. He did so, however unarmored, as his chest plate had nearly been completely caved in from his fall in to tunnels. He would have to see a blacksmith, maybe Marcus. Without his armor, Isador looked much less imposing, only clad in ragged commoners clothes and without his weapon across his back. Upon the ramparts he saw the Warden Commander and Vovin, he was glad to see the lad walking, he had taken a beating in the fight. He looked back at Valmyria again, remembering that maddened look in her eyes in the chapel and furrowed his brow. He knew madness when he saw it, felt it in others even. Isador stretched his arm again, trying to shrug off the stiffness and resumed his path to the Keep, now to learn what he could about why such a tragedy occurred, and who he could place on the headsmen’s block for the crime.

As he reached the top of the stairs to the wall, Strauss heard the voice of another person with Val and Vovin, one he did not recognize. Isador waited in the doorway as the Val spoke to both men, wanting to glean some information before revealing himself. A servant informed them of Marcus’ condition which gladdened Strauss, Marcus was a good man, and a good fighter. After the servant left Isador walked out to the others, looking at the stranger intensely, sizing him up. “I hope I am not…interrupting further.” He said, still watching the armed elf “I have been out of the loop due to my injuries, I was hoping to be brought up to speed before I take my leave of this town.” He said as he noticed that Val was still wearing the trinket on her arm, that thing of power and madness. He said nothing, only kept note of it as he waited for a reply.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Sun Sep 29, 2013 2:10 pm

Azreal Demian - So What's New With You?

"Ooh, so cold... You used to be so cheerful, especially when we fought together." In his time as a Ranger, Azreal's skills had him usually supporting Valmyria and her archer team. No one could ever lay a finger on them. Hell, the two of them once took out a berserk Ogre by themselves. But that was then, and now she hates his guts. No surprise, really, since she only knew what she had been told. A knight showed up and started talking, clearly not seeing Azreal. Valmyria responded, before being told by a servant that someone named Marcus "had awakened", and Val told the knight to go see him.

"Ahh, don't leave yet, Knight Boy... Things were just starting to get interesting." Azreal leaped over to the other side of the wall, into a more revealed position. His mask covered most of his face, but not his eyes. He looked to Val with his thumb pointed at the young knight. "So what's the story with this guy?" For a second, he paused. "Better question, what's all this about Redcliffe bein' wiped off the map by Darkspawn?" With a shrug, he continued. "I mean, I had a weird day myself yesterday, what with a ship full of lyrium and zombie soldiers dancin' to the tune of some ice-controllin' floatin' guy in a cloak. But ya mind tellin' me what happened to you?"

Azreal stood up and looked to the wall stairway. Someone was approaching them, and he addressed the man with a loud voice. "So... I guess you were there too, huh?" He looked back to Valmyria with a chuckle. "Turning into quite the party up here. Any more new faces ya got for me? Maybe that smithin' guy, Marcus?"
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Draken30000 » Sun Sep 29, 2013 4:21 pm

-Atop the Keep-

(Totally forgot to change Vovin's clothing, he is in "regular" garments now.)

Vovin listened intently to Valmyria's words. They brought some comfort to his guilt, but it was not washed away entirely. One phrase, however, stuck with him. Look ahead...and change everything. he thought to himself, the words rolling over in his head. He would not forget the Warden Commander's words. But before he could respond, the servant appeared and informed them of Marcus's condition. Not but a moment after that, Azreal appeared.

The Dragon Knight nearly jumped out of his skin when Azreal revealed himself. How had he not seen the masked man? It must have been his damned tunnel vision again. The young man often lost track of things going on outside of the person or objective he is currently invested in. He needed to be more alert. What he did notice was the animosity between this strange man and Valmyria, but he could not ponder these things more. Marcus was awake and at that moment nothing else mattered to Vovin but to see to him. Yet Azreal stopped him, desiring information. "I apologize, Ser, but I cannot stay here." The young man shot Valmyria a pleading look. "Valmyria, please answer his questions in regards to myself. I must go."

With that Vovin turned...and almost ran into Isador. The Dragon Knight almost bustled by the Black Axe, but he stopped when their eyes met. Vovin stared for a moment as something in his head clicked. "You...you moved me out of harm's way back at Redcliffe." He stated quietly. The memories were foggy, but Vovin had been partially conscious after slamming against the wall, and he remembered Isador's heroics. Extending his arm with the intention of clasping it with Isador's, Vovin looked the Black Axe in the eye and said "Thank you Isador Strauss. I am in your debt. Please excuse me." With that, Vovin hurried off to find Marcus's room.

Vovin slowly made his way down the hall and entered the room were Marcus was being kept. He saw the old man sitting up, breathing hard and coated with sweat. For a moment all the young knight did was stare at his father. No words came to mind, no sound escaped his mouth. Then, slowly, Vovin walked over to the old smith's bedside. There he sank to his knees, placed his arms upon the edge of the bed, and let his head fall into his arms, remaining silent the entire time.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Zelosse » Wed Oct 02, 2013 5:12 am

Marcus Hammerstrike

Marcus lay in his cot for what seemed like an eternity waiting for his body to respond to his simple demand of walking, but it resisted him at every turn with loud groans and the occasional cracking of a stiff joint. I'm getting old.. Marcus silently reflected to himself. When Vovin entered, he just continued to stare into nothingness, trying to find the right words. It was several moments of tense quiet before the stubborn forgemaster managed to croak out his first few words since the fall of castle redcliffe.
Not the gentlest of words either.
"Your form was off." He rasped gently to Vovin. Ignoring the boys stunned expression, he carried on with his mental list. "Footwork needs to be faster if you intend to rush a fast opponent. Keep your sword away from wide swipes, or you could get gutted during a missed slash. You chose right for releasing your energy, but try to keep it strong and focused or you risk losing the ability to merge with the spirit." Marcus was smiling as he talked, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of what he was saying. Deep down he was sure Vovin had made the right choice for the right moments when someone needed to act. He was always a trailblazer.

More silence took them before finally Marcus had had enough of the helpless old man act the priests and medicine men had been preaching to him. Marcus knew who he was, knew better than anyone no matter how hard they looked. He was Marcus Hammerstrike, founder of 'the platinum hammer' smithys that had cropped up over the years across the various countries. With a great heave, he pushed off the bed and onto his feet. He wore only the thin robe they gave to patients but he hardly bothered. Not even the fuzzy slippers he wore bothered him.

"We have business here. Would you like to see the greatest thing I've ever created, Vovin."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Thu Oct 03, 2013 12:44 pm

Deacon Reinhardt - The Path to Lothering

The Arl seemed skeptical of Deacon's offer, and for good reason. His general as well as others he trusted had just helped orchestrate the destruction of his home, and the slaughter of his people. How could he trust a stranger who offers his services at a time like this? And this child... Would would he be so eager to ensure her safety? "Please, Milord..." Everyone turned to see the a Redcliffe guardsmen, the one Deacon had helped before. "I owe him my life, as do many others. This man can be trusted, I would swear my life on it." Hearing this, it reminded him that those of good intentions still existed. "Very well, Ser Reinhardt. Henceforth, you shall serve under my command. When we arrive, I shall do what I can for the child."

The journey to Lothering was long, and one by one, it took it's toll on the survivors. As time passed, more and more of them wound up being carried by those who could still stand. Every now and then, Deacon noticed that Marcus seemed to disappear from the crowd, only to reappear later. He wasn't sure why, but it made him uneasy. By the time they arrived at their destination, nearly half the survivors were being carried or assisted by others. And Marcus... as he stepped forward, he began to fall, revealing a debilitating wound on his back. Vovin shouted for help while cradling the man's head. Deacon could tell the two were close. As men grabbed Marcus and moved him into the city, Vovin began attacking those who prevented him from following. Deacon moved in and held him back, and four others moved to assist.

"Stop it! You need to calm do- Agh!" With Vovin resisting as he was, his head came back and hit Deacon's face. The young knight was screaming, desperately trying to follow the men carrying Marcus. However Deacon's grip held firm, and eventually Vovin calmed down. With that, the survivors made their way into the Keep, where they could rest, and hopefully find something to ease the loss of their home.

-Some time later...-

Thanks to a helpful mage, Deacon's nose had been mostly healed, although they still recommended that it remain bandaged for the rest of the day. Now wearing a replacement tunic and trousers, he stopped at various shops in the Keep, buying two replacement Healing Potions, as well as some food. The problem was, that there weren't many skilled blacksmiths in town, and Deacon needed his sword and armor repaired. In that moment, he remembered that Marcus had high quality smithing hammers, and decided to check on him in the hospital.

As he arrived there, he caught word that Marcus had awoken. One of the nurses told him that a young man was currently visiting him. Deacon knew that it was Vovin and decided to give them some time alone. His official orders from the Arl were not coming for some time, so he sat down and patiently waited by the door for the two of them to finish up.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Guardian » Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:51 pm

The Orzammar Trail - Zasalim and Teelo

Teelo will have much to learn before this quest is over she thought as she watched out over the horizon. A younger version of her would have agreed to move on, a more human version at her age would have comforted him, but instead she choose not to say anything. What could she say that would make a difference? What comfort could she provide now seemed to her to be more of an insult when she was secertly working to push them off into the abyss.

"We must keep moving," she replied as she turned and walked away towards the dwarven city.

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A few days later, the small company reached the intimidating gates of Orzammar in the Frostback Mountains. Little had changed since the Witch had last been here. A few new trees, a few missing ones, but the same situation of merchants and what-not's outside of the gate. Bartering with those who came up to represent the dwarven nobles bellow, and to the travelers that passed by as well. She noticed a group of men, and women dressed in heavy black robes dealing with one of the merchants. She frowned when she saw them. Of course he would already have forces up here, it shouldn't have surprised her. The enemy already infested much of Fereldin, of course he was trying to gain a foothold with the dwarves as well.

She turned to her companions and looked each of them over. They will have to do for this part. "Do you know what it is that you seek?"


Valmyria Windstrider - On the Keep in Lothering

Don't kill him, she though as one of her long ears twitched in annoyance at Azreal's comments. She was mildly interested in something about the undead and a ice-controlling warlock, but she had bigger problems on her hands. Don't kill him, don't even think about his flesh being torn apart, or his warm blood flowing though your hands- dammit woman, think happy. Focus. Trees. Mountains. A meadow with a little bunny hopping through... yeah, bunny...

Too many questions.


"Azreal, I became the Warden-Commander. Things get serious after that. Everyone wants something from you and everyone wants you dead," she said softly, but with a hint of warning in her voice to tell him he was pushing is already thin luck. She'll fill Isador in on stuff, probably through it in as a review for Azreal if it meant getting rid of him faster.

"Ser Strauss," she said in greeting, folding her arms into her white robes. "It's good to see you amongst the living." She turned her eyes back over to the horizon and sought once again her place of peace before continuing on, her voice emotionless as she recounted the events. "As you know, Teryn Cousland hired you and a number of other individuals to participate in an attack on Redcliffe, lead by the Knight-Captain Gregor. I was labeled a target to provide unity and focus for the attackers, but its believed now that the real goal was a distraction and diversion. Darkspawn were somehow used as a eraser to kill everyone, and I..." Val trailed off momentary as she fidgeted with the bracelet underneath her robes. Memories of her little blood-crazed killing spree were still very fresh and vivid in her mind. It was a mix of pleasure and disgust, but she fought those emotions down and continued on.

"The Darkspawn though, wasn't the final piece of the attack. Someone, probably the Teryn, sent a creature known as a fire-golem to Redcliffe to purge everything with flame. Fire-golems are a hypothetical magic creation; a golem that has control over the element of fire. It killed all the Darkspawn and those who couldn't escape while leveling the Castle. Now we reside in Lothering, Arl Hailstorm calling as much power together as he can to strike back at the Teryn."

She paused for a moment, and looked over at Isador. Her eyes flashed some concern and worry, but quickly left. "I don't think he will gain enough though. Not with what the Teryn is commanding and how everything is. What are you plans, Strauss?"
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"To punish and enslave..."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Seirui » Fri Oct 04, 2013 7:03 am

Valas Delrune



Normally someone like Valas would be turned down at the gates, for very obvious reasons, so it was that the shadowmage was more than a little suspicious when the guards accepted him into the city without so much as a question. Seems like refugees in droves and the presence of a sworn king of some sort was enough for them. Fools. This is how things get smashed, when the wrong person goes in the wrong place. He wasn't about to test his luck just yet though. Not with the shadow essence already beginning its changes, slowly and painfully changing his skin to something more ethereal in nature.
Bit by bit the shadowmancer was turning from a manipulator of the shadows to a pure conduit for it. Valas' only concern was whether Malkizim could really do it and still let him keep control, but that was something that could and would be dealt with later. With careful steps and the right choice of help.

Shrouded in his usual mist he sat watching the conversation, noticing just how crowded the room had gotten and how quickly they seemed to leave. The 'life of party' was something Valas was not and hopefully never would be.
Hopefully it would remain that way after he told them about his prophecy. But how to do it... That shadow killer could be easily beaten, the doors could be sealed quickly enough, and a few thought intrusions would be a good start. Better to go a more mundane route.



The heavy steel staff struck the floor with a loud thunk, standing completely upright with two flames of Blue and Purple in opposite eyes, regarding every single person in the room with its eerie visage. Isador had seen the staff and its user more thoroughly and thus less likely to attack than the others. Better to be cautious though, right?
Valas stood a few feet behind it, nothing more than a flicker in the dark that permeated him. He stood hunched over, the mask and crown gleamed gently in the light as the shadows parted from time to time to reveal his general features. Both hands were raised in a non-violent way, hopefully making sure nobody would do anything stupid.
He suspected the rogue would do something anyways despite it all.

"Forgive my intrusion on your busy lives but I can wait no longer. I am called Valas. I've seen the end of this road you now walk, all of you, and forsee great and terrible things. I'd been unable to put a face to the evil of my dreams until the unfortunate events in Redcliffe. See it for yourselves." His words were little more than a whisper, but despite other noises and the distance, every word was crystal clear to all of them. The staff flared for a moment and everything went black.

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In the darkness there was nothing but a single little stream of intertwined flame that danced and swirled with its counterpart, endlessly and violently consuming the other before it was consumed itself. Life and death was seemlessly intertwined with struggle. That was the nature of the universe it seemed.
Slowly the unrelenting black fell away from the flames to reveal the ruined remains of what once was Redcliffe. The land was faded and gray, riddled with corpses and a sickly green flame still ate at the remains of the castle. In every direction they looked was devastation beyond measurement. Trees cleared away or blown to cinders, grass nonexistant and the land was twisted by jagged scars from some great spell.
Corpses littered the land like leaves in the fall, withered and long-dead. The village that had been raised outside the walls was nowhere to be found. As if the gods had simply swept away everything with a stroke of its colossal hand.
In an instant they stood in the middle of Lothering. Reduced to nothing but a crater after a cataclysmic explosion had ripped the area to nothingness. Not even dust remained. Dark forms lurked in the holes that littered the dead zone. Inhuman and hunched they ran from hole to hole, often killing one another on a whim before retreating to 'safety'.
Valas' voice pierced the minds of everyone who saw the vision and gave a simple instruction.

Look up.

The sky was utterly black. Dark angry clouds drifted lazily above them, denying the sun any purchase to the corpse of what had been a prospering land once upon a time. Daemons walked the bones of the world now. Unchallenged and undefeated they had come.
In the blink of an eye it ended. All was black except for the two fighting flames.

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A sense of detachment was typical after such an experience, a complete and total loss of oneself for the briefest of moments, until the weight of your own personal existence brought you back to reality and your true body. Valas watched all of them slowly return to the real world. Faded eyes and anger flashed on different faces.
The shadowmancer had shown them true despair. Fate was a game, destiny a lie, and destruction inevitable. Yet there was hope. The prayer that knowing what fate was dealt you can be altered. The slightest mistake can cause a maelstrom, so why couldn't it be prevented.
"There is still time to prevent this. In time. The Teryn has only begun his conquest. He can, and will, be defeated. But you must do so when you find out how he is going to unleash the monsters to this world, that you can spoil the ritual and deny the Daemons forever." He whispered quietly, again his words echoed perfectly to those gathered.

Isador was the only one to hear his last message. "Will you join me in the pursuit of knowledge. To gain the wisdom needed to stop this madness, and to gain the power to overcome despair."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:31 am

Azreal Demian - No More Playing Around

Blood Lord wrote:"...Everyone wants something from you and everyone wants you dead."


Azreal listened as Valmyria spoke to him. Jeez... What's she think my life's been like? We're in the same damn boat on that one... He didn't say a word. He knew now that she didn't need his usual attitude here. Valmyria then turned to the other one, named "Strauss" or something. She laid out everything that happened in Redcliffe, from the initial attack led by a Templar, to the Darkspawn horde swarming the castle. She then mentioned something that he wasn't expecting; A "Fire-Golem" that appeared, and reduced the city to ash. Another magical being... did the other one work for this Cousland guy too...?

As she finished, Azreal stepped down to face her. Her hand still clenched a strange bracelet that he noticed on her arm. He scratched his head and looked her in the eye. "Look, I'm sorry. I was still stuck on how things used to be." He offered his hand to her, hoping she might accept. "I have contacts in all of the major cities. It might not be much help, but I can have them spread false word about your location. It might keep that old fart busy long enough for you to come up with a plan."

Before his offer could be responded to, another man interrupted them, posing in a non-aggressive manner. Azreal more than anyone was wary of him. A shadow-like aura was flowing around his body. He spoke for a moment, then his staff let out a blast of energy. In that moment, Azreal was thrown into a sight he could only imagine in his nightmares. Corpses of men, women and children, young and old littered the ground in every direction. The land was pale grey and dead. Above them, creatures flew through the skies spreading death and chaos like a plague under a sky that was as dead as the land. Azreal couldn't stop himself, as tears flowed from his horrified eyes. Then, as quickly as they were sent there, they were back at the Keep.

Azreal seemed to recover faster than the others. His Doppleganger ability had a similar, smaller effect that he had already adjusted to. The tears dried quickly, which he was thankful for. He didn't want Val to see it. Azreal stared furiously at the mage, drew one of his Fangs and stood his ground. If this guy planned on fighting, then he would gladly accept. That little trick got him in exactly the wrong mood to play nice, but he noticed that the Strauss character looked like he trusted him, and Val trusted Strauss. For now, that was enough for him to not attack this shadow mage. He maintained his stance, just in case the guy tried something.

Seirui wrote:"There is still time to prevent this. In time. The Teryn has only begun his conquest. He can, and will, be defeated. But you must do so when you find out how he is going to unleash the monsters to this world, that you can spoil the ritual and deny the Daemons forever."


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Postby Draken30000 » Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:20 pm

Vovin stared at his mentor for a moment as he spoke. It took several moments for what the old man was saying to sink in, and Vovin almost started yelling at his father. But he didn't. He simply stood up and stepped back, hands behind his back and head bowed. He listened to the corrections his mentor made and mentally jotted them down. His head was bowed...to hide the smile that had crept onto his face. Relief overwhelmed any sort of anger he may have felt towards Marcus. The old blacksmith had caused the knight more distress than he had ever felt in his life. To be relieved of that burden subdued any emotion other than joy.

That and he was trying his hardest not to laugh at both the words of the old man and his clothing. To see his mentor in such garments...nearly caused the Dragon Knight to burst out laughing. The relief and humor were welcome in his heart. When Marcus heaved himself out of the bed, Vovin moved to aide him, even if he objected. "Your greatest creation? Of course, I would love to. Lead the way." he replied, only letting Marcus walk freely once he was sure he would not collapse. Then they stepped out into the hall.

And ran into Deacon. Vovin met the warrior's eye and stopped. "Oh Deacon, what brings yo-" Then Vovin remembered. Deacon had been one of the ones who restrained him when he had...lost it when Marcus fell. "I'm...sorry Deacon. About earlier. I wasn't myself at that time, I apologize for hurting you."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Zelosse » Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:43 am

Marcus Hammerstrike


Draken30000 wrote:When Marcus heaved himself out of the bed, Vovin moved to aide him, even if he objected. "Your greatest creation? Of course, I would love to. Lead the way." he replied, only letting Marcus walk freely once he was sure he would not collapse. Then they stepped out into the hall. [/color]


Despite the attempt to help, and the honest good nature of it instead of the usual 'old man pity' that most would associate with the scenario, Marcus grumbled and tried to wave the young boy away only to realize that it wasn't going to happen until there was certainty that the old forgemaster wasn't going to have another fall. So instead Marcus decided to accept the help while silently grumbling things along the lines of, "Ain't that old.." and "darn kids and yer'..." with a few lighthearted curses thrown in here and there when he started to slip a bit. Fuzzy slippers and polished floors do not mix.

As Deacon and Vovin conversed lightly about what he assumed was events after his injury, Marcus continued to walk to the nearest exit, only to be stopped on more than one occasion by the priests and the various guards needed, as far as Marcus could tell, to restrain the more violent patients.
They were a little short staffed apparently.

Down the hall was shouting and cursing as half a dozen strong grown men had all but tackled Marcus, trying to bring him to the floor and back to his room till he could heal over the next few days, but were finding out rather quickly that this was one old man who would never lay down. A fierce right hook took a guard square in the face and dropped the unfortunate fellow out cold on the floor, while his left hand swept out in a backhand strike that did likewise to another man struggling to get close. Two men charged in as Marcus' arms went wide in an attempt to bull-rush him in the stomach with both shoulders back to back.
They would later recount the story of how they struck a man built like a mountain.
Marcus' elbows dropped them senseless a moment later.

More of the local priests and nurses were rushing out of the rooms to see what the noise was about.

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Outside of the local infirmary
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Great tall doors of iron and polished wood gleamed in the light on a rather still morning. The doors fell off their hinges as two muscular men in white were ejected through the closed doors with disturbing force. Out of the hospital strode an elderly man with a long grey beard and hard eyes, squinting casuall with hands on his hips, as he stopped at the doorway to take a large intake of fresh air.
Or at least as fresh as it would have been if he hadn't been smoking his pipe at the moment. There before but the grace of the watching gods stood Marcus Hammerstrike, wearing nothing but a low-cut white gown and his fuzzy slippers.

Marcus walked up to only guard not unconscious and booted him across the head, finishing the job so to speak, and started walking off. Oblivious to the calls of the actual guardsman and hospital staff shouting to arrest him.
Nearly 100 gold pieces would later appear to cover the damages, given by an apprentice by the name of Cyphe.

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Marcus stared up at the old building infront of him, the stench of burnt metal and smoke was heavier than usual in the air in the forge district than he remembered but was otherwise unbothered. The sign hung on silver chains above him, depicting a hammer striking the anvil, labeled "The Bronze Hammer". Marcus' first forge he'd ever built. Many years ago he'd opened shop and made a good living, gaining his reputation piece by meticulous piece, until finally he'd wandered off in search of adventure and business at other growing towns, leaving his shop in the hands of an old apprentice named Ruito Dreg. Apparently he was still doing well.

Within the first 10 minutes of his visit to the store, Marcus had been met with less than stellar reception. Ruito Dreg had taken on his own apprentices and had tried to overthrow the old forgemasters right to ownership of his own forge, believing that he'd been dead and the place had been left in his care after 'legal documents' had claimed that in the case of Marcus' death he had left his forge(s) in the hands of his trusted apprentice.
Marcus just simply laughed.

"Ye think ta replace me just because ye got some thief ta write you some parchment?" Another laugh escaped his lips before he lunged across the large office, that had not existed before, and picked up his old apprentice by the scruff of his shirt to lift him effortlessly from the floor. His eyes were deadly serious and his frown deeper than usual. "I trusted ye, its true, but you forget.." Dropping the boy, he turned to look at the apprentices working below. Marcus shouted down, his voice clear across the thunder of hammers and the roar of the billows. "Who do ye serve, apprentices!"
The unanimous reply was bolstered by each and every apprentice, some 20 strong, stopped their work to salute up to him as they shouted in unison, 'Marcus Hammerstrike'.
Ruito went pale when he understood what had just happened. Not only was Marcus alive and well enough to deny the claim fully, but he had enacted the forgemasters rule that every apprentice he took on must sign. The right to declare a leader over any 'rightful owner'.

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So it was that Marcus, Vovin, and Deacon all sat in the newly cleared out office, most of the old files and such had been tossed into the fires below when Ruito had fled, and put his feet upon the desk, still in his fuzzy slippers but wearing what was left of his damaged gear. "Now that we got that out of the way, I suppose its time I told you what was my greatest creation." Marcus leaned back and brought the picture to his mind. A schematic for a weapon he'd never had the right equipment or materials for. "I have the means to create a powerful weapon made of pure mithral, coated with a rare crystal I unearthed in my travels through the deserts that the natives believed could harness a fighters spirit and create an effect through the crystal. If I am correct, you can channel your dragon spirit through the blade and transform it into a powerful flame weapon that will never rust or become chipped from clashing steel."

Marcus leaned forward in his chair, fuzzy slippers back on the floor. "But I need both of your help to make this happen. Deacon, I can make you new gear to compensate for the work since I can only make one of these swords.. Sound fair?"
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Mon Oct 07, 2013 4:05 pm

Draken30000 wrote:"I'm...sorry Deacon. About earlier. I wasn't myself at that time, I apologize for hurting you."

"Think nothing of it, Vovin. Believe or not, I... I've had a moment like that myself." Deacon put his hand on the young knight's shoulder, looking at him with a sincere smile. "It would take quite the fool to not see how deeply you care for him. However, you must remember to maintain a calm mind in a moment of such crisis, or you will be of little help to him in the future." Deacon offered a friendly handshake, after which he looked around for the man he had come to see. "Wait... where did Marcus go?"

"Move out of the way!" A guard pushed through the two of them in a rush, before grabbing the attention of two other guards. "We've got a big old guy trying to leave the center by force, come on!"

Deacon sunk his head into palm, speaking quietly to himself. "Oh, please tell me that's not our old guy..." Deacon and Vovin moved to the entrance to find Marcus sending two men through the main doors, before walking into the streets. Another guard was about to pursue him, but Deacon stopped him with some friendly advice. "Ser, for the sake of your health, I would strongly suggest that you reconsider the decision that you were about to make." The two men followed Marcus to a Blacksmith's Foundry where, after dealing with "internal affairs", they were free to come in.

-Inside Marcus' Office-

Marcus spoke to Vovin regarding some sort of "greatest creation". Deacon listened to them speak, hoping to have his own opportunity to speak with him. It was at that point that Marcus requested his aid in making a revolutionary new blade for Vovin, offering to reward him with new armor. He had to admit: he was eager to see the work the man could accomplish. "I would be more than happy to assist you, Marcus. My only request to add... Deacon pulled his old Templar blade and sheath from his belt and placed it on the table. ...is that you also repair this blade when our work is complete."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby BG07 » Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:19 pm

:Boulder Bill:
-24 years ago-

“You’re saying… the brat did all this?” A man said as he stood in the middle of a bloody room. Corpses were laying left and right of the man, but the word ‘corpse’ didn’t seem to do the situation justice. There were pieces of bodies laying in clumps all along the floor, splatters of flesh and blood even coated certain parts of the walls and ceiling.
“I knew the kid was tough… but this is something else entirely…” the man was broad shouldered, tall, and clearly a soldier of some kind. He wore armor that looked as if it were carved straight out of the side of a mountain, dirty and rock colored, a stone knight. There were several other similarly dressed men in the room, rooting about the wreckage for any gold or valuables they may have found.
“Contact the mages, we need to do something about this.”

=On the Road to Lothering=

For the entire trip Bill had not said a single word to anyone else. He was in a daze of sorts, continuously looking down at his hand as he followed along with everyone else quietly. No one questioned him, no one even spoke to him. This was likely due to how different he appeared from how he was on the battlefield, his armor was mostly broken with only his leg pieces partly intact. Head to toe the man was covered in a mixture of dirt and soot, similar to how he looked after the fire in the arena. He wouldn’t be recognized as the man who killed so many of the Redcliffe soldiers as he looked now, the man was simply one of the crowd for the moment.

Despite his distance from the situation, he seemed to be cautious about his presence being discovered by the others. Concealing himself in ragged robes, looking like a weary survivor of the hellish battle that lay behind all of them. The truth of the matter was that he didn’t remember much of the battle, only bits and pieces during the main fight… then things begin to fade completely once the darkspawn had arrived. Bill had hid away his dragon’s tooth amongst some merchant’s wares… he would have to find that person once again before he left the company of the refugees. But there were still a few things that Bill needed to do before that, so he bid his time and waited for his strength to return as they travelled along the road to Lothering.

=Retribution: Present Time=

Bill had a twisted sense of honor and an even worse set of morals that drove his will through everything he’s been through. In his mind the Teryn had done wrong, however from the very beginning Bill knew that there was something wrong with the way that he had approached them. He even warned the others about this and yet they had all decided to go through with his plan anyways, dragging the stone knight along with them. Despite Bill being the only one to object, he was also the only one who didn’t switch sides in the middle of the fight. This was something that had been brought to the man’s attention during his travelling, the stories of beaten and battered redcliffe soldiers. Of course Bill only had bits and pieces of information at this point, but that was enough to get the man’s blood to boil.

He hadn’t fully healed yet, but the rage inside of him had been itching to get out for some time and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. The man looked down at his hand, down at the magical ring that was wrapped around his finger. He didn’t know when exactly it happened, but ever since they had left Redcliffe he noticed that there was a small crack upon the ring, one that grew bigger and bigger with each passing day. Bill clenched his teeth tightly, picked up his dragon tooth and made his way out to confront the man he blamed the most for this whole situation.

The trail was easy enough to follow, that old fart of a blacksmith usually did leave a few bloodied noses in his wake no matter where he was going. Even if Bill’s specialty was fighting on the frontlines of a battlefield, he was surprisingly skilled at being able to sneak around and follow behind the blacksmith’s party. However it wasn’t Bill’s style to sneak, he had an issue with the old man that was about to be resolved whether everyone else liked it or not. He waited a while after Marcus and the others had entered into the building, approached the front door of the building and then proceeded to smash the front door open with his bare hands. A roar then echoed throughout the entire forge, one that sounded almost like a beast howling out in anger.

“MARCUS HAMMERSTRIKE!!! COME OUT NOW OR I’LL TEAR YOUR BLOODY FORGE APART BRICK BY BRICK!!!!” Bill screamed out at the top of his lungs as he stood at the entrance of the building, his face red with anger.
The crack on his ring grew slightly deeper.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Scrambles » Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:23 pm

-Unbridled Truth-

Isador listened as Valmyria debriefed him on what had happened at Redliffe silently, though his facial expression, which was usually stoic and without emotion, now bristled with rage. Towards the end of the whole ordeal he knew something wasn’t right, but a trap from the beginning, willingly bringing forth that molten atrocity against innocent people. He had warned the Teryn, explicitly told him not to cross him; and that monster smiled and lied through his teeth. Gregor……I thought you a good man…. Strauss thought as he forced those maddening urges to kill from his mind. He did not have to see the expression Val made in her pause; Isador knew she struggled with whatever lurked inside her mind. He had no idea if she had always been like this, but something about how she seemed, well, ashamed told the Black Axe that she had never tasted true madness before. Strauss mulled over this revelation in his mind and before he could respond to Val’s question upon his intentions; the Shadow King emerged.

Isador had seen the power Valas held, the power that would most likely claim the man’s life and did not flinch at its display. After the mages introduction however, Isador was not prepared for whatever it was that Valas had cast upon them for the next thing he knew he felt himself flung to the ground. His eyes were dark, only able to make out the lights from the twin flames of the Shadow King. As they adjusted Strauss found himself lying next to an ancient corpse, startling him and bringing him back to his feet. The green flames that consumed the landscape, coupled with the littered dead upon the ground brought the Black Axe back down to his knees. He had witnessed death, seen war crimes committed and watched as towns burned. But this….this was not a scene of death and misery….this was a world devoid of life. A world swept clean of all the gifts the Maker had bestowed upon it. This site did not bring any sense of rage or despair to the Black Axe, but guilt. His shamble of a mind seemed to link the puzzle pieces together. He had let MacCullen live, a corrupt, high ranking member of the Templar order live, but how high had the corruption truly spread within the Chantry? Was Gregor in on the plan or just a hapless pawn of those who wished to control the world like a puppet master? Before he could even try to piece together the truth, Isador was flung back to the waking world, disoriented, leaning against the side of the wall.

With a single deep breath and a strong grip upon the ramparts, Isador regained his composure quickly. Valas’ final words within the world of unlife rang in his mind like the bells of the Chantry. The boy brandishing his sword spoke brashly towards Valas, which was enough spark at this point to set off the powder keg that was the Black Axe. “SILENCE, YOU IGNORANT ELF CHILD!” His voice bellowed his anger and guilt, entwined with the maddening resonance heard by those about to die. His hand trembled, not with fear, but for the insane wish to spill this man’s guts upon the wall. To those witnessing it was obvious that Strauss was barely in control of himself at this moment; the only reason he had not attacked Azreal already was that he had left his weapon in his small room in the Chantry.

Isador took several deep breaths, remembering those words once again
You can save them Isador, you can be their guiding light.

With one last, long exhale, Isador regained his clarity of mind, though his expression remained the same whenever he looked towards Azreal’s direction. “The Teryn must die.” He said as he leaned against the wall, trying to stay in control of his anger. He met eyes with Val, showing her what the true price of insanity was like. “If what you say is true, Warden Commander, then the Arl will need help if he is to brind an army against this monster.” He said, turning to Valas.

“You ask if I will go with you to gain power and wisdom….and I will take you up on that offer….but not now.” His tone changed to that of a man speaking to a friend. He knew of what powered Valas, that sickening black that did not just taint, but consume the soul. “I ask you instead, do you have the patience to wait, to forego a quick harvest for a much more abundant crop?” Finally Isador knew what he had to do, what he should have done years ago when he learned the truth those who led his order.

“If the Arl cannot rally the forces he needs to battle this evil, then I will bring this truth, kicking and screaming if I have to, to the eyes of the Divine herself.” Finally, a purpose to strive towards besides petty vengeance and maddening bloodlust, something that Isador had not been able to hold on to for nearly a decade. “If a Knight-Captain of the Templars was officially sent to assist our “Mission”, that means one of two things: The Chantry was lied to about what they were sending Templars to do…..or there is corruption among the upper echelon.” His tone was very matter-of-fact, but this was only to hide his own suspicions of who was making deals with the Teryn. Maker damn you MacCullen….I know you’re involved. He thought, remembering that fatefuly night, and that arogant laughter echoing through the room. “I will bring the knowledge of what has happened, what will happen, to the light, all will know of Redcliffe.” Isador looked to Valas, hoping he would help. “But I cannot do this alone.”
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Guardian » Tue Oct 08, 2013 1:04 am

Valmyria Windstrider - Join us.

The shadow mage caught the Warden off-guard. Valas seemed familiar to her. She knew that the two; Isador and the mage, were linked somehow and that she had met them after she had escaped Vovin... or was that before?

When the mage's staff ignited though, she felt the witchblade warm up as well. Partially in preparation to defend its mistress, but she also felt... curiosity coming from it. It didn't react any further to the horrifying vision that she saw. She would have to admit later on, but this wasn't the first time that she had seen the vision, but she hadn't seen it before with such clarity.

“Join us, brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn."

After a person has become a Warden, they are occasionally plagued by nightmares. Some reason that it was the body fighting off the taint, others speculated that it was part of the link to the Darkspawn, which made sense when there was a Archdemon around. Val though had a dream incredibly similar to this one - destruction, devastation, abandonment. She was happy though that it didn't go further. Her nightmare, lacking the clarity of this vision, had shown one thing that chilled her to the core.

She had survived, and not in the best of ways.
"And that one day we shall join you.”

Once the vision had ended. Val remained still, staring off into the distance as if she was still watching it or waiting for more to continue. She allowed the others their reactions first as she continued to mull the events over in her mind, and to check to make sure her internal defenses were in check as well as her emotional mask. Luckily, the shadows played just well enough with her hood that it covered the upper part of her face and only left her mouth visible to the light.

She snorted at Isador's response to Azreal. Well said she thought. Now is not the time for demands, but for careful killing- no planning. Planning, not killing, that comes later. She shifted uneasily at the glance into Isador's eyes, her hand instantly going to the bracelet.

"You are not alone, Isador Strauss," Valmyria said softly as she played with the damned thing. Stroking it seemed to bring some peace as the cool metal pressed against her warm flesh. She hesitated to continue further discussion, unsure on what she could bring to the table. As the Warden-Commander of Fereldin she had the Wardens, and the Silver Order. But she was also technically the Arlessa of Amaranthine as well which would have their own army. However, she was unsure how much of that was still her's to command. Amaranthine was in-between Denerim and Highever. By now, she might still be Warden-Commander in title only. Her support would only be a single person if that was the case. I need to get to my Wardens she thought to herself, and decided not to mention what she could have.

"You are on the right train of thought, Isador. But it's not just the Arl who needs our help. Fereldin is divided in more ways than one. If we are to be successful in this, we have to heal those wounds. The Arl wants to meet with us all later on to discuss what can be done... This Knight-Captain, we need to try and find him, if he still lives. He might know more."
“Salvation comes with a cost. Judge us not by our methods, but by what we seek to accomplish.”

"To punish and enslave..."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Sigment » Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:14 am

Azreal Demian - Stopping the Apocalypse 101

Azreal's ears perked up at the roar that came from Strauss. His eyes darted back to the man with a calm but deadly fury. He had balls, that's for sure. If he wanted, Azreal could have had the man's throat cut open in the time it took him to breathe. But he wasn't stupid. Cutting him down would help no one but the enemy. If nothing else, his personal code forbade such an action against a man of honor like him. It didn't matter, both Strauss and Valmyria showed clear signs that he should disengage from the shadow mage, so he quietly put away his dagger.

Something was wrong, though. That Strauss fellow seemed so calm before... Now it looks like he wanted to rip apart anything and everything that he could get his hands on. There was a darkness inside of him. Azreal could see it clearly. Some sort of inner demons that he's been struggling to control. Valmyria seemed almost nervous, as if she had let off a little too much steam recently. The fact that she was wearing those robes, the ones his father had once told him were for when a warrior feels that they had "compromised their honor", reinforced that. That bracelet on her wrist... The way she was clenching it now and then told Azreal that it had something to do with this.

The shadow mage was tougher to figure out, but he looked like he was practically made of shadows. Fact was, everyone that was there at that moment had a darkness inside them. In Azreal's case he worked to harness it, and find strength in it. If these guys were gonna take on this Teryn Cousland, they would have to do the same. And yet, their focus was on the Teryn. A reasonable target, but not the only one that they needed to be aware of.

"You two can dance around what just happened all you want..." With a calm breath, he turned to face them. Even in his time as a Ranger, Azreal was rarely this serious. "...But I can see the darkness inside both of you, and you can't run from it forever. Sooner or later it'll overwhelm you. You need to recognize it as part of you, and accept it." His eyes shifted to the shadow mage, who he knew now was not a threat to him. "You know that I'm right."

Azreal stepped back up to the side of the wall overlooking the Keep. "If this Teryn has as much reach as you're saying, then he's probably got people throughout Fereldin in his pocket. Leave that little chore to me." With a quick turn, he faced Valmyria. "Before you ask me not to join you, I wasn't planning on sitting in on your Arl's meeting, anyway. After all... A murderer like me doesn't deserve to be in the presence of such an honorable man, right?" Slowly, Azreal stepped backwards towards the edge of the wall. Using his mask, he spoke a whisper in Valmyria's ear. "Suledin, lethal'lan..." With a wave goodbye, he leaned of the edge. "Dareth shiral."

He fell quickly, as expected, and maintained a close distance to the wall. As he neared the ground, Azreal spun to reorient himself, and kicked off of the wall to launch himself onto the side of a nearby building. Back and forth between walls, before jumping up to the rooftops to cover ground even more quickly. Cousland probably had lackeys inside the Keep's walls, and Azreal decided to make sure that they were all dead by the end of the week.

It was time for a good old-fashioned manhunt.
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Glacier » Wed Oct 09, 2013 6:57 am

-Into the Frozen Teeth-

Zasalim turned back to their destination and followed suit behind the Witch of the Wilds. During the remainder of the mage trio's journey, Zasalim concentrated on the task before him. His chance meeting with Thorin Ashenshield might have saved him from sharing Redcliffe's fate; if only by a hair, but he had no idea what reclaiming the lost thaig would entail. He still had no clue how he would even get the key to it. If Teelo and Morrigan wanted to remain beside him throughout this ordeal he would be ecstatic, but that was their choice to make. Everything came with a price and a task such as this would incur a hefty cost.

- Orzammar Gates -

When they finally reached the great gates to the dwarven city, Zasalim was still awestruck as he gazed upon the superb craftsmanship. The shanty town of buyers and the various merchants before the entrance to the city took his gaze for a moment. He paid more attention to those on the surface selling their wares outside the city this time around, but without the Grey Wardens they would need another method of entering the last bastion of the Fereldan dwarves.

When Morrigan turn back toward them she received his undivided attention.
"I seek an ancient artifact lost in the Deep Roads and an audience with King Aeducan. I came with a group of Wardens my first time here, and I'm the sole survivor of that expedition into the Deeps. Heck, I just want the opportunity to prove myself a worthy ally."
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Scrambles » Wed Oct 09, 2013 4:27 pm

-New sights and smells-

During the journey to the Dwarven city, Teelo was surprisingly chipper for having lost a friend. He had mourned, and moved on as the wilds had taught him. There was no time for lingering sentiment in the natural world, you either got back up quick or remained slowed by pain and grief until you became prey. His playful nature did not mask any lingering pain for there was none; Teelo had shrugged off the bad feelings and only carried his happy memories with him. The closer the trio got to their destination, the more excited Teelo became.

-Gates of Orzammar-

As soon as the gates of Orzammar came in to view of the trio, Teelo was bristle with excitement. He had never been this far in to the Frostback mountains before, it was always too cold for his taste. Morrigan asked about what Zasalim and Teelo were seeking, but the Forest Child had already become enthralled with the bustling merchants and their colorful wares. “Teelo seek yummy smell!” He said as he turned in to a bird, flying over to perch atop one of the merchants stands. One dwarf was cooking some kind of meat over a roaring fire which made Teelo’s mouth water. A patron stopped at the fire to purchase some of the food and happily completed the transaction before walking towards the gates. Before the unlucky customer was about to take a bite, Teelo swooped in, snatched the meat from his hand and flew off, landing in a tree near Morrigan and Zasalim. Transforming back, Teelo laughed at his clever plan and took a big bite of his prize. “Teelo find food!”
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Zelosse » Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:50 am

BG07 wrote: He waited a while after Marcus and the others had entered into the building, approached the front door of the building and then proceeded to smash the front door open with his bare hands. A roar then echoed throughout the entire forge, one that sounded almost like a beast howling out in anger.

“MARCUS HAMMERSTRIKE!!! COME OUT NOW OR I’LL TEAR YOUR BLOODY FORGE APART BRICK BY BRICK!!!!” Bill screamed out at the top of his lungs as he stood at the entrance of the building, his face red with anger.
The crack on his ring grew slightly deeper.


marcus stiffened a bit as the harsh and titanic voice of Bill echoed throughout the forge. Marcus had given Bill his space, maker knew he needed it, but he'd forgotten all about his traveling companion after he'd almost lost Vovin. All of his mind had been consumed by the need to protect him, to create what he'd sketched so long ago, to protect and serve the fierce young knight in his quest for honor and pride.
In his foolish haze he'd forgotten something very important. His friend.

Marcus stood up silently and slowly, an upraised hand silencing the apprentice who'd come running about the threat. "Both of you stay out of the way.. I can't determine how this will end." He gave a nod to the two of them and sent the apprentice back into the forge vaults below them to find the blueprints needed and proceeded to leave through the front entrance.
Marcus wore a look of shame and stubborn pride upon his face as he opened the worn double-doors at the front of his business and strode out into the light.

Marcus' armor was in total disarray, most had been burned and scorched off entirely and the plates upon his leggings were blackened and warped. His single pouch was blackened but otherwise undamaged. Marcus silently thanked the gods as he instinctively reached into it to retrieve his pipe and tobacco, casually lighting it with a match. He took a deep breathe to steady himself and looked up into bills face.

If rage had a face it would be Bills.

"I know why you've come. I ask that you give me only the time to forge you new armor and the blade I had designed with you years ago. After that, you may have your revenge." His words were calm despite the serious tone. Betrayal was never something Marcus had been forgiving about and had no reason to start just because it was himself."Forgive me my faults for forcing you to this. It was not your burden to carry."The forgemaster gave a small bow.


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Zha'Gren



The darkspawn hunter crept closer and closer along the rooftops, hidden by both the talisman and his cloak, along with the decades he'd spent stalking prey far more elusive than one elf. He'd even managed to avoid being noticed by the shadow warrior. He doubted the mage was unaware of his presence, but he seemed not to react. Meaning he didn't care who heard.

Zha'Gren's eyes locked onto Valmyria with an obsession. They looked her up and down vividly, discerning hidden weapons under the clothing and any armor she might be hiding. It was tough to see from a distance like this but the cunning rogue was positive she had atleast a few blades somewhere.
There was also the bracelet. She kept fiddling with it, holding it, as if that one piece of metal soothed her greatest fears. As if that single instrument would keep her safe.
Zha'Gren almost growled. You have become weak, Windstrider, after tasting fear and madness. None call Zha'Gren ally when they cower behind such abhorent magics. The killer idly touched the pendant he had warped with his magic. Unlike Val, his was an asset, not a detriment.

Slowly he sank further away into the darkness. She would be alone soon..
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Re: Dragon Age: Divided Kingdom IC - Upon Crossroads.

Postby Draken30000 » Thu Oct 10, 2013 2:18 pm

Vovin gingerly stepped around the fallen guards, trying to hide the shit eating grin that was trying to spread across his face. After his accepting Deacon's handshake, Vovin had followed Marcus's path of guard destruction, chuckling as he went. "Listen to that guy, you don't want to go after the old man. Trust me." he said to the guard, stepping over another groaning man on the floor. Vovin stepped outside with Deacon, catching sight of Marcus and following his father.

When they arrived at the forge, Vovin's eyes went wide with wonder. This was a place where Marcus had worked, toiling away at creation after creation. The place was a marvel and Vovin felt right at home in the heat of the fires. There was just one problem, some guy seemed to have taken over. Vovin smirked, knowing the usurper would not last long. His suspicions were correct, and soon he was sitting with Marcus and Deacon, discussing an interesting offer.

"That sounds...great actually." Vovin stated in regards to the new sword. "I would be happy to gather what ever you need, and i'm sure that Deacon wou-" Vovin was cut off by a monstrous scream from the front of the forge. Immediately his green eyes snapped to their piercing gaze and he stood up, looking intently towards the sound. But his mentor pushed past him, sounding tired but determined.

"i'm sorry old man, but like hell am I going to sit back and let someone threaten you after what you have been though." With those words Vovin strode alongside Marcus to meet Bill, standing at the ready and listening, prepared to do what he had to to defend his father, with or without armor or weapons.
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