*Denerim players have now been moved to Redcliffe. All players who are not in Redcliffe or Denerim now have the chance to move their characters anywhere else.
REDCLIFFE CONDITIONS: The Castle will soon be under attack. Troop gathering and movement have been strategically placed here and directed personally by the Arl. There are a lot of Redcliffe troops, but also a lot of troops that are loyal to the Teryn.
It's also slightly cloudy.
DENERIM - Good Luck.
The Teryn smiled as he looked up into the sky. Today was going to be a good day, a great day as a matter of fact. He looked down to the courtyard below from the second story balcony. The mages had just finished laying the runes and were preparing to cast their spells. A small unit of heavily armored knights stood a small distance from the conjuring mages, lead by the Knight-Captain Gregor. His unit was there to specifically deal with two threats. The first was any of the mages that would be present there. The second threat came from the Silver Order unit. He was confident that his band of enhanced Templars could handle the threats.
His eyes wandered over to the small group of heroes that had so "willingly volunteered" for this mission. He couldn't believe that this was the group of people that Fate had identified. He hoped that such a ragtag group is just a joke. They were so self centered, so... unhero like that he found them perfect for the job. The best case scenario involved all of these idiots killing themselves. The worst case? Well, it would by him time for his other plans to work as well.
"My Lord?" called up one of the mages. "We're ready to begin." Teryn Cousland simply waved his hand to continue and addressed the people gathered below. Six mages gathered around the complex rune and began motioning their own hands in complex geometric symbols while quietly chanting. The runes pulsed a deep violet and slowly rose into the sky. the outlines of it appeared as it rotated to a horizontal position.
"Gentlemen. Friends, allies, and paid individuals. Let no individual deny the perils of our time. While we battle one another, divided be the petty strife of our common history, the tide of greater conflict is turning against us, threatening to destroy all that we have accomplished. It is time for us as nations and as individuals to set aside our long-standing feuds and unite. The tides of an unwinnable war are upon us and we must seek refuge on higher ground lest we be swept away by the flood. This day is the day of our action. The day we choose now to act for the greater good. Only together shall we succeed. Only together shall we triumph. Only together shall we overcome. That is why we fight."
By the time the Teryn finished, the portal was in place. The gathered forces stepped forward into the portal. Some with hesitation of trust a magic device such as this, others with the zeal to do what is right. But soon enough, all of them had disappeared through the portal to find themselves in Redcliffe. Once through, the portal closed down.
Of course, not everyone got to the same place....
Valmyria Windstridder - Redcliffe Castle.
The Warden Commander stood looking through the window. Before her was a magnificent display of the lake and the "village" that was near it. It was a peaceful, calm, and relaxing view. But she didn't feel any of those emotions. Instead she felt the calm before the storm. Something was happening that was outside of her range. Something big. Zha's warning to her had been evidence enough that something was up. So she had taken the precautions to make sure that she was always in her ranger armor and fully armed when she was outside of her quarters.
She raised the sweet tea to her lips and sipped a little bit of the drink. She didn't care too much for it. It was a luxury the Rangers just didn't have, but it helped her relax when she was a little girl. She was hoping she would get the same result here. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, it was her leader of the Silver Order, the dwarf Captain Moria.
"My lady," she said with a small bow. "Did you summon me?"
"Yes, mobilize your unit," replied Val, never taking her eyes off of the view before her. "I want your troops rea-" She felt it. An accumulation of power, a release and then nothing. Then came the cries of alarm.
The portal opened in the courtyard. The Knight-Captain Gregor was one of the first out, his heavy Templar armor gleamed in the rising sunlight. The heroes themselves, well some where here and others where in different places of the castle. "Citizens of Redcliffe!" he cried out, his booming voice carrying over the shrieks of the servants. "In the name of his Lordship, Teryn Cousland, we command that you surrender your forces peacefully and submit to arrest. You have been found with aiding and embedding a fugitive from the law, and one that seeks to overthrow the Kingdom of Fereldin. those that coroperate will be shown mercy, those that don't will face death."
The gates opened and the troops of Redcliffe surged forward and surrounded the tiny group. Spears were issued forth, swords were drawn and shields raised. One man marched forth, a Redcliffe commander, and looked at the Knight-Captain in the eye. "Your authority isn't recognized here, Knight-Captain. This is the domain of Arl Hailstrom. Under his command and authority, I order you and your troops to stand down or be cut down."
Gregor looked into the sea of troops around him and say that there was a good number that had a purple band tied around their arm, the mark of loyalty to the Teryn. "Death it is then," he said pulling out his sword and charging forth...