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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:24 pm
 Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
Diyanna coughedn tasting the iron tang of blood in her mouth. She spat, trying not to be nausiated by it. The convulsions which woulf accompany being sick would only cause her to lose more blood. When the bottle of health poultice touched herr lips she drank greedily, wanting nothing more than an end to the pain.
Taking a deep breath she focused on her injury, trying to discover how bad it was. The bad news was it was a deep wound, probably nine inches, and if she was coughing up blood it much have gotten a lung. The good new was that the wound was clean; there were no poisons on the dagger and it has been a sharp, smooth blade, with no serrations or jagged edges. She'd live, it would just hurt like hell.
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 2:33 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; '' '' Right. '' She nodded to Rob before quickly moving her palm to the hilt of the dagger. Placing her spare hand on her back. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to cause more pain for Diyanna, but it had to be done. '' Hold on to your staff, mage. This'l be a bumpy ride... '' She said, trying to calm Diyanna in the only way she knew possible.
'' On Three. One..... Two... '' Rhyn began to count, slowly. To make sure Rob was listening. '' Three ! ''Finally tightening her grip around the hilt, she nodded to him once more and pulled the dagger from Diyanna's back, making way for a crimson fountain. She staggered backward slightly to make room for Rob to work his thing.
Holding the bloodied dagger in her hand, she sighed. Tossing it aside with almost no attention being paid to it. Now what ? If the Carta were after them, they couldn't stay in Lothering. They couldn't really put the people in jeopardy. '' ...Great... More moving. '' '' 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: Wed Dec 07, 2011 7:52 pm
 Robert Cousland
Rob silently thanked his mother and father for letting him become a Rogue and letting him learn basic field medicine with the guards, as he quickly set to applying pressure to the wound. He now took the lyrium potion he'd set on his lap, ripping out the cork with his teeth and spitting it aside as he brought the second bottle to Diyanna's lips, "Drink this Diya, I need you now. I know you're in pain but I can't heal this alone." He looked up to Rhyn, "Please try and calm Elsa or we'll have no Carta thugs left to give us answers. Just don't get too close, her being in a rage and all."
He pulled a small jar from his bag, twisting open the jar with one hand as he lifted the pad, smearing a thick clear goo over the wound. The wound fully covered, he put on a clean pad, "Alright Diya, I need you to try and do a basic healing spell. Enough to close everything." He held one of her hands with his free hand, keeping pressure on the deep wound will his other, hoping she would squeeze his hand if the pain became too much. She was a tough woman, of that Cousland had no doubts. But even Bheldren and Elsa would wince from this.
"I'm no hero, so don't make me out to be one."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 8:16 pm
Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
Diyanna drank the lyrium potion then bit her lip, moaning in pain as Rob put the pressure on her wound. She squeezed his hand. She took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on healing. Her skin under his hand glowed a little and, slowly, started to knit together. There was going to be a scar there, of that she was quite certain. She bit into her lower lip, panting hard through her nose. She tried to envision the skin and muscles mending to help with the healing, but it was slow going. And it hurt, by the Maker it hurt.
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Rob Matthews Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:19 am
Robert Cousland
Rob pulled his last health poultice from the bag at his hip, pulling the cork out to hold one last potion to Diyanna's lips. He knew she was hurting, but he was no healer. The best he could do is comfort her and give her potions to ease the pain and speed her healing. With any luck, the salve he put on would prevent scarring, but Maker knows. Rob only knew basic field medicine, the salve he had learned her in the village.
He looked over to Elsa, "Ease your storm Els! The Carta are gone. And us with no answers." They would have to leave Ferelden, but to where? Antiva? No surely they'd pushed enough wrong buttons to have the Crowes after them, not that it would matter. They feared no Crowe. Not the Free Marches, surely they had enough troubles without dragging two mages into heavy templar territory. Maybe Orlais, surely nobody knew them there. 'Better discuss it with the others.'
"I'm no hero, so don't make me out to be one."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:29 am
Elsa gasped and lost the red mist that had glossed over her eyes. Her bloodlust had gone now that there were no more enemies. Robert's words did give her small comfort but at the same time she knew they weren't safe.
"They already told me what they wanted, Rob. They wanted our services in exchange for their silence about... you know." She glanced at the injured mage, wishing she could have done more.
"I'm pretty sure some of them escaped, even before we started attacking them. We're going to have to make a decision or two - either inform our King of this and let him handle it, go after the Carta ourselves or proceed to get away from them. I don't mind letting King Alistair's men do the dirty work but they'll surely send more assassins after us."
She wiped away the blood that was on her face without any success. One thing's for sure, her next mission was to find a bath.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 5:01 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; '' '' I say let the royal b*****d do the work, mean while we can get away from this. Take it away from the people of Lothering, atleast. '' She growled, slowly re-sheathing her daggers back into their place in her holsters. No, she didn't like Alistair too much. Oh, she liked him at first. He was so sarcastic and funny. But she knew how fame got to people. Now, he was just another politician to her. '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:13 am
Robert Cousland
Robert sighed, "Yes, Els, we know what they wanted, but not how they got the information, or how it serves them to use the information they had. We need to put distance between us and them. We need to do our best to get out of Ferelden. And before anyone comments on where my vote is for, remember I stand the most to lose by going there because I'm a Cousland. And my vote is Orlais. Further from the Carta, No Crowes, and less Templar controlled area to be taking two mages through. Which means I say no Antiva or the Free Marches, and I'm positive that most of us can agree on Tevinter being out of the question." He turned back to Diyanna, who was cringing from pain in his arms. He moved the pad long enough to see that Diyanna's wound was mostly healed, "Just a little more Diya." He sighed, even though he was pissed at Alistair, he refused to bad mouth him more for Diyanna's sake, "Alistair can handle himself. We need to worry about each other. Whether any of us realize it, we're probably all each other has anymore."
"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: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:18 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; '' '' Orlais is too close to Fereldan, and you know about their history. I disagree, i say we make our way to The Free Marches. It's a big place, it not like were going to get caught straight away, if at all ! The Mages will be fine, just as we will be. '' She said, moving to stand up against Rob. To her, this wasn't a time to vote upon things, even though she knew they had too. Orlais was one of the worst options, she thought. '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 1:29 pm
Diyanna Surana
From the Fade I strike,
To harm or to heal...
"The anderfels..." she said, gasping with pain. She looked up at the others. ".. Weisshaupt.. the Warden fortress. Where else should some Wardens go to lay low?" she asked. She made another soft sound of pain, the her face and body relaxed. Her wound was mended, not completely and certainly not to the best of her abilities, but it was no longer causing her agony, either. She leaned back against Rob, taking slow, deep breaths.
"I vote for Weisshaupt. There have to be Wardens from other countries there. We can learn more about what we've become.. and what we'll be facing. We also need to learn how to make more of us. Not to mention... it's a fortified building. Carta assassins would have a hell of a time trying to get to us in there. And if they do get in, we'll be surrounded by the best warriors, rogues and mages Thedas has to offer."
My allies feel my comfort,
My enemies taste steel.
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Mistress_Pain666 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:19 am
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge..."  Bheldren placed his weapons back in their holsters and walked closer to the others. Folding his arms he glanced from Surana to Cousland.
"The elves are right." He said in a gruff voice. "Orlais is to risky, especially for you. In Weisshaupt we have the advantage of numbers and in the Free Marches...well, lets just say we'll blend in. As long as the Mages keep their magic to themselves I don't foresee a problem. If anything does happen, then we can head for the Anderfels."
The dwarf caressed his beard, inwardly cringing as he smeared the blood through it. With a sigh he dropped his hand again.
"Either one I'm fine with." He told them. "I would prefer not to be walking through crowds with men wearing fancy dresses...you would understand if you were my height."
He glanced at Elsa then shivered as he turned back. Nope, never going to Orlais.
"I say Free Marches or Anderfels." He shrugged while patting his belt for his pipe. "If we leave in the morning, it will take the Carta a while to catch up. I suggest doing what you have to tonight."
He frowned, he couldn't find his beloved pipe. He started to look around.
"Has anyone seen my pipe?" He asked absently.
"You mean this one?" Ivaria inquired, pointing down at a black pipe sticking out of a pile of eviscerated organs.
"Here," The mage said kneeling down next to Diyanna, "Let me help. You look tired."
Ivaria cast her basic healing spell upon her fellow mage.
"Unless we plan on undergoing the Joining, I see no reason to go to the Anderfels. Other than that, I don't care where we go." "...Dig two graves." ((OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting, been very sick and busy with school.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 11:37 am
She gave Bheldren and Ivaria a nod as to greet them. It was a bit odd to give a proper hello now, but it felt rude not to. She giggled at Bheldren's comment. "I wouldn't mind seeing our men in fancy dresses."
After the comment of the mage, she sighed.
"Honestly, I'm not too fond of the idea of the Anderfels. Sure Weisshaupt is there, but so is a lot of barren country and the Mage's Prison... But I'll go there if we have to. Orlais could be interesting and maybe we'd see Leliana, but they have more assassins there than here. And the Free Marches could be an option. I've been to Kirkwall myself and know the place. But I doubt if it's any better than here. Lots of walls and chains. Maybe we could to somewhere else in the Free Marches. Or hell, we could go to the Tevinter Empirium. In my mind they're crazy there but I'm less worried about powerful mages than crazy rogues.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:00 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; '' '' To me, The Free Marches is the place to go. I know people there, i can get us into Kirkwall as soon as we cross the sea. '' She told them. They say travel broadens the mind, and, for Rhyn, it sure as hell did. She knew Rob would want to act as the leader, as he always did. But he couldn't go against the entire groups decisions.
'' So, what's it to be ? Orlais, where we'll stick out like a sore thumb ? The Anderfels were it's more as likely to involve other Wardens in our troubles, or to The Free Marches, where we'll be as safe as we could be as long as we lay low for a while. '' '' The old that is strong does not wither,
For you see, deep roots are not touched by frost. ''
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 3:30 pm
"Before you embark on a journey of revenge..." "What is wrong with you woman?" Bheldren looked at Elsa with a brief expression of mortification. "The day I wear a dress is the day I wear my balls for earrings. No real man in their right mind would wear one of those frilly things."
He glanced over at his pipe. It looked like he would be buying another at some point. As much as he loved the pipe, the stench would never come off, even if he washed it. He started to pick through the pockets of the dead Carta, taking their coin and anything else of value. Maybe Rhyn or Robert could use the few vials of poison he found on the bodies. He was sure the poison would be useful at some time or another.
"So what will it be oh fearless leader?" The dwarf questioned, "The final decision is yours. Whatever you decide, I'm with you."
He went to stand by them. The letter in his pouch was burning a hole in his side. He hated carrying letters, even if it was for one of his companions. Bheldren glanced at Elsa wondering when he should give it to her.
"How about we go inside and get some drinks, I'm guessing yours were interrupted and by the Paragons I'm going to strangle someone if I don't get one soon."
He was sure his friends had noticed in their time traveling together, but he got moody when he didn't drink.
"...Dig two graves."
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Mistress_Pain666 Vice Captain
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