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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:03 pm
 Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
Diyanna ran out of the tavern, her face full of shame, her cheeks crimson. How had it all come to this? Why did her pain, her humiliation, have to be public? What did the Carta think they could gain by embarrassing her like this? Most of Denerim, if not all of it, knew she was the King's lover... former lover. Many of the Arls and Banns knew as well. What did they think they could gain? She made it over the bridge then stopped, leaning on one of the stone pillars. She was panting, gulping down air in hopes that she wouldn't start crying.
"Maker and Ancestors, Andraste and Creators, by the Qun and the Tree... please.." she said, though she didn't even know what she was asking for.
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:11 pm
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge..."  Bheldren stopped just by the tavern and pulled his pipe from his belt and loaded it with a bit of sweet tobacco. Amell said she was going to see if she could get some money for the horse and he simply waved his hand, in a "whatever" gesture and looked for his matches. Finally the dwarf found his matches and put his pipe between his teeth, placing the match above the bowl to draw in a couple puffs then tossed the match on the ground.
"Ah..." He blew out the sweet smelling and tasting smoke with a satisfied look on his face.
Bheldren was surprise when he saw Surana, run right out of the tavern and over the bridge. Curiosity peeked as to what would make the kind souled elf run, he followed, occasionally taking a puff of his pipe. Seeing her practically collapse against one of the pillars, he stopped to give her a moment. She was obviously upset. This drew a frown to his face. It unsettled him when women cried, and made him want to knock in the heads of those who made them do so. He wasn't that close to the mage, but still, she was his friend. Clearing his throat, he composed his cool expression he usually wore and stopped a couple feet from her.
"Hey." Bheldren started with an even tone in his deep voice, holding his smoking pipe in his gloved hand, "Need me to bash in a few skulls?"
The dwarf wasn't the best at showing his concern...or voicing it for that matter but he still asked, even if it was a bit awkward. He hoped his tone didn't come off as grumpy, but he was tired and a bit p*ssed now that she was upset. He well and truly wanted to bash the idiots heads in.
"...Dig two graves."
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Mistress_Pain666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:52 pm
 •• Rhyn Mahariel ••
•• The Tainted Dalish ••
The Dalish Warden & The Elúvian Survivor Ooc ; Short-one '' All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost; '' All that was else to see was Rhyn dragging the sorry behind of the Carta that dared to intrude. Once they were outside, she expected the rest to follow; however. You didn't get Rhyn mad for a reason. Pushing the dwarf up against a wall, she quickly pulled a dagger from her belt and began to press it into his neck '' Well, isn't this nice ? A little quality time. ''
'' I know where your little friends are, so if i were you, i'd start talkin' right about now, you little ********. ''She didn't sound happy. Her brow was burroed and her nose scrunched up. It wasn't all just because she wanted a bit of a rumble. Rhyn knew what it was like to lose someone you loved, and it was a pain she knew all too well. '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:33 am
Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
She swallowed hard and stood up straight, trying to relax. "Aeducan, thank the Ancestors you've arrived safe," she said, her voice a little stiff. "And is that Amell I see behind you? Wonderful, the gang's all here. And if you're looking for skulls to crack, you can begin with some Carta thugs hanging around. Just.. don't listen to the poison they're spewing around. Please." She tried to laugh it off, but it was weak, and she knew it.
She turned, hearing a commotion near the tavern. She saw Rhyn assaulting the thug who had approached them at the table. "Damn it Rhyn..." she said softly. If his friends were around, and if they were loyal, they weren't going to let her gut him like that. Before she'd finished speaking a crossbow bolt buried itself in the door of the tavern, not far from Rhyn's head.
Taking a deep breath, Diyanna pulled Spellweaver from the scabbard at her side and closed her eyes. She activated her Fade Shroud, existing only partially in the real world. ".. Let's test their Dwarven resistance to Magic. If it holds, well.. they don't have resistance to Silverite."
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:49 am
((ooc: You guys can also play the bad guys as well. razz ))  Elsa walked after Rhyn, her axe now unsheathed. She watched as Rhyn pushed the man against the wall.
'Good. Make him piss his pants, get him to back down.' She thought.
Though it was difficult with a dagger against his throat, the cloaked Dwarf laughed."Ah you pissy little nuglicker... You lot just signed your death warrant. And don't think you'll be able to catch us all. We are with many more in different areas. DEATH!" He yelled and unfolded his daggers, attempting to cloak in shadows and backstab someone. Sure enough a whole bunch of Dwarf rogue jumped out of every corner imaginable. A crossbow arrow flew across the sky and planted in the door right next to the Dalish Elf.
"Stone damned!" Elsa realized there was no holding off a bloodshed now. She blocked an arrow with her heavy armor on her arm and looked around. The moment one of those Carta thugs stood still a second too long, he'd be meat for the grinder.
In the distance she saw Aeducan and Surana getting battleready. The villagers were panicking and screaming. She already saw a dead merchant lie on the ground with an arrow in his back. "Everyone, take cover!" She hoped they would listen.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:03 am
 Robert Cousland
Rob jerked his crossbow around, burrowing a deathroot extract covered bolt deep into a Carta thugs chest. He rolled out of the way of Carta dagger, not without getting clipped on his left shoulder. Luckily Rob was right handed as he dropped his crossbow, throwing a right cross at the man's jaw, teeth gritted. The Carta dwarf on the ground, he shook his hand, whining slightly, "Someone remind me next time I try that, my hands aren't built for breaking dwarven bone, nor are they covered in dragonbone gauntlets!"
He got up rushing to Rhyn, pulling the Dalish hunter down as a second bolt wizzed overhead, sticking in the wall, "You had to assault him indoors."
"I'm no hero, so don't make me out to be one."
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Rob Matthews Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:11 pm
•• Rhyn Mahariel ••
•• The Tainted Dalish ••
The Dalish Warden & The Elúvian Survivor Ooc ; Short-one '' All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost; '' '' What, so the rest of the Inn don't get have to have the pleasure ? Not likely. '' She smirked, letting the cloak shift from her shoulders, and quickly fall to the floor in a small heap. Pulling her other sheathed dagger from it's holster, she began twisting them around herself before skidding forward under two Carta Dwarves, skimming the daggers into their weak points of the armour. Of course, Rhyn would know. She was a Maggot, after all.
'' Catch up, Cousland ! ''She yelled, acting as if it was all a game. By the Creators, if Rhyn wasn't having fun, she wasn't doing the job right. Hastily climbing up from her skid, she flung one of her daggers forward into the Carta that had previous shot a bolt at her. The Dagger flew through the air, twisting over itself rapidly before implanting itself in the Dwarf's head. '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:08 pm
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge..." Bheldren's eyes softened and he gave her a small smile. He knew her smile and laugh were forced.
"Sure." He told her in response.
He turned and pulled his axes from his shoulders, whirling them once.
"Let's go kill us some Carta filth." He smirked.
He saw Cousland get clipped in the shoulder as he jogged towards the fight and chuckled.
"Getting slow Cousland!" He called out teasingly.
A yard away, the dwarf launched his right axe into the back of a thug aiming his cross-bow at Rhyn. On the way past, he wrenched it from the corpse to swing his left across the throat of another dumb Carta thug that turned towards them. Not even stopping, Bheldren took several running steps before launching himself in the air. The dwarf right in front of him gasped, bringing his shield and sword up to block Bheldren's blow, but it was useless. Yelling out his anger, his left axe slammed against the shield with a loud thump, and his axe cut through leather and chain at the shoulder.
"Take that you nug humping b*astard!" Bheldren snarled as they hit the ground, the thug wailing in agony, holding his shoulder where his arm had once been.
Sneering at his pathetic cries, the dwarf cut across the Carta's throat and turned in the same motion. He ducked to avoid an arrow and snarled.
The one who shot at him froze, half hiding behind a crate. Bheldren used his frightening appearance to his advantage and charged the terrified creten. Launching over the crate, the dwarf pivoted into a kneel, swinging his arm as he did. The head of the other dwarf rolled from his shoulders. Bheldren stopped for just a second to take in the scent of blood and death before a twisted grin spread across his face. Spotting another idiot thug, he rushed back into the fight.
"Feels like old times!" He laughed blocking the sword coming down, and kicked out, crushing the dwarf's knee before taking his head off.
"...Dig two graves."
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Mistress_Pain666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:44 pm
 The horse fetched some pretty good coin considering all that was going on in Lothering. Ivaria was thankful though when she had finished the trade with the clinking of silvers and made her way back to the tavern, where finally she could bathe. On her arrival, however, she became aware that her bath would have to wait a little longer still. "Oh maker NO!" Ivaria cried out. "We just got here and already Bheldren's starting a fight with the local rabble." Just as soon as she had said it though she realized that was not the case. Are those dwarves? Of the carta? Imediately, she sprung into action drawing her beloved sword, Yusaris and sent a few bolts of electricity sparking towards them. Whether or not the dwarves really did have a high tolerance to magic didn't matter. Her bolts still caused a carta thug's swinging axe to miss Bheldren by a few inches. She swung her massive greatsword killing many of the foul men and continued towards Aeducan and Surana. "How many have you got?" Amell taunted the dwarf like the old days after beheading her sixth victim.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 4:10 pm
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge..." Stepping back, Bheldren took out the dwarf Amell had hit. Stepping over the body he threw his left axe with such force at on coming from Amell's side that he was knocked back several feet, the weapon in his skull.
"Six!" He called back, "How many you got?!"
He quickly retrieved his weapon and put his back to the Mage. "Magic only counts as one twinkle fingers."
Cutting an arrow from the air, he grinned then broke away.
"Someone get the pile of nug sh*t on the roof!" Bheldren barked in annoyance, deflecting another arrow and dancing back a step as the other bolt lodged in the ground at his feet. He glared at the archer and growled, glancing to his side. Turning the dwarf thrust his axe out, slamming it into the thugs face, stunning him. Punching, down Bheldren then used his knee to thrust the piece of dirt onto his back. Bringing his axe down, the blade of his axe cut through the cheap armor and was pulled back out with a slick sucking sound.
"Seven!" He called to Amell.
Out of a sudden plume of smoke a rouge Carta appeared and stabbed Bheldren in his thick bicep. If he hadn't been quick, they both would have been in his chest.
With an angry yell, he smashed his forehead into that of the other dwarf, breaking his nose. Snarling Bheldren dropped his left axe to draw his dagger from his belt while his right hand dropped the other axe in favor for the Carta's throat. He took a half step forward, thrust the blade under the dwarfs armpit where there was no armor and twisted.
"Eight." He hissed, not caring if anyone but the dwarf in front of him heard.
Sheathing the bloody dagger, Bheldren picked up his favored weapons and looked about, arm bleeding heavily.
"Anymore?"
"...Dig two graves."
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Mistress_Pain666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:01 pm
Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
Diyanna was striking out from the Fade, freezing enemies in place with Winter's Grasp or Cone of Cold, when she could avoid hitting allies, then shattering their fozen bodies with a strike from Spellweaver. Her body shimmered, like she was a spirit, as she worked her way through the battle. When first Rob, the Bheldren were wounded, she started using her healing powers as well. Waves of healing rippled out from the Fade, mended the cuts and bruises her allies had endured in the battle. They even healed Bheldren's saddle sores and the sliver in Rob's palm gained building a fence that morning.
However, trying to maintain her Fade Shroud and healing waves was burning through her energy at an alarming rate. Her Fade Shroud failed, leaving her quite visible and shaking with exhaustion. She grabbed for a lyrium vial but found her bag had been cut off her belt during the fight. "Flames... I hate thieves.." she muttered. She turned to allies, to ask if that was the end of it, when she felt a knife slide into her back. Her cloth robes provided no resistance, and she gasped softly when she felt the hilt touch her skin.
The Carta assassin didn't bother retrieving his blade. He threw down a smoke bomb and was gone before the smoke had cleared. Being a healer she knew enough to leave the blade in place, for now, as she fell to her knees.
"Stabbed in the heart and in the back, all in one day. Which cosmic power did I piss off to make that happen?"
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:37 am
•• Rhyn Mahariel ••
•• The Tainted Dalish ••
The Dalish Warden & The Elúvian Survivor Ooc ; Short-one '' All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost; '' '' Don't think about saying hi to me then, you two ! '' She yelled, of course referring to Bheldren and Ivaria. Rhyn clicked her teeth, and ducked under the blow of a Dwarf who was swinging his axe far too wildly. He was too slow for a Rogue like Rhyn. It was easy to dodge, but one blow from that axe... And she was dead meat. Hardly skimming it before she could implant a dagger into his back, Rhyn bit into her lip as the Axe slipped across the edge of her flesh, drawing blood at the touch.
'' Fff..... That'l hurt later on.. ...Diyanna ? ''She yelled, spotting the Dwarf that had implanted the knife into her back before dissapearing. Growling, Rhyn began to disregard the small amount of pain compared to Diyanna's, and rushed forward. Pulling a gourd from her pouch and smashing it onto the floor around her. '' Hold your breath, Diy' ! '' She asked, circling around the mage for she knew she should've stayed near her in the first place. The Dwarf soon came into sight, coughing and spluttering. Rogue's could figure out other Rogue's. Well, if you were Rhyn, anyhoo. '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Rob Matthews Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:27 am
Robert Cousland
Rob ran over to Diyanna, after Rhyn had smashed the gourd. Holding his breath, he closed his eyes, focusing on the dwarf's coughs. Holding his crossbow out, he opened his eyes, firing in what seemed a random direction. The bolt fired lodged itself in one of the man's calves, "Bugger, I missed. Elsa, Bheldren, get some answers! Rhyn help me close this wound." He held Diyanna steady, pulling a poultice and a lyrium potion from his bag, uncorking the poultice first. He held it to her lips, "Drink this Diya." He pulled bandages and padding from the same bag, "Rhyn, you get the dagger, and I'll cover to the wound to staunch the bleeding."
Suddenly, Rob's mind flashed back to his family, unable to save his father. He shook the image from his head, 'The Maker can't have you...'
"I'm no hero, so don't make me out to be one."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:27 am
"May the stone catch you if you fall!" Elsa bellowed, activating her beserker rage. All her calm thoughts seeped away from her mind and instead of rogues she saw horrible demons, attempting to destroy the happiness of her and her friends. Their faces were contorted and their bodies misformed. She'd give them no mercy, only death."DIE!" She lunged forward to a rogue who had been foolish enough to ignore the shadows after he had thrown a dagger at her, missing her by inches. Her axe hit his head with such force it almost exploded. What was left was a body with a blood mess on top.
Seeing Diyanna suddenly with a dagger in her back made her furious. 'Elsa you IDIOT. You're supposed to PROTECT them from harm. Stop failing your friends!'
Running around Robert, Rhyn and Diyanna, she swung her axe around furiously, attempting to force any rogues in the shadows to step back. Twice she got lucky and chopped off a limb but was unable to take any more down. It was only when a rogue managed to plant a bolt in her shoulder that she was able to clip one down. Bleeding heavily, he begged for mercy. But Elsa couldn't be bothered. She swung that axe down so hard it split him in two. Her shoulder stung and blood trickled down her arm. 'Good, take more blows, better you than them.'
Deep inside she felt so guilty on how much she enjoyed this. But that wasn't important. "We don't need answers, just more corpses!" She yelled as she stormed off to the Dwarf that Robert had managed to slow with his crossbolt. Slicing off his neck only strengthen her resolve to kill every one of them.
She couldn't find more of them though. Surely they weren't all gone. Panic slowly crept into her head which lessened her beserker effect. 'No! Stone damned, show yourself Carta thugs!'
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