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 Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 4:11 pm
Camp
Place where you rest and choose which members will be in your party. Just make parties on our own politely (party can contain from one to four people).
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 9:45 pm
❘❘ Riliana ❘❘
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Riliana yawned as she stared up towards the sky. She had been traveling for days, She was on her way to Denerim to trade. It was a cold night, though it didn't bug her to much since she was used to it by now, still she grabbed the thin blanket she had and wrapped it around herself as she stared up at the stars.
'Such a lovely night' She thought to herself with a small smile. She heard her stomach growl but ignored it. She'd ran out of food a few days ago, And she was to lazy to hunt for anything... 'I wish a nice big buck would just walk right in front of my camp....' She thought with a small giggle. 'As if that would happen... Maker im starving though!' She thought to herself and laid back down curling up as far as she could in the blanket.
'I wonder.. What the clan is doing right about now...' She thought, Ever since she'd left the clan she couldn't help but think about them. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.
[ Whooo awful post! x.x I hope i can become better so please forgive me and don't eat me for my horrid roleplay skills D: ]
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:54 am
 This dog was wondering the world after it escaped the rude-to-pets family. Since then the dog was fighting for his life in this cruel world full of darkspawn and other dangers. But now, it was following one elf for quite some time... Siggy quietly walked towards the elf-girl, who was trying to fall asleep, and sniffed her. It heard a stomach growl from her and whined. Maybe Siggy thought: "Girl is hungry...I have to bring her some food!" and so it rushed back into the bushes and brought two dead rats. Then this doggie touched elf-girl's face with it's cold and wet dog-nose. Then Siggy waited for an answer. Will there be one ? [No, your roleplay post is awesome! Some people who call themselves roleplayers don't even do that good as you... xDD]
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:06 pm
Helleen, a Dalish girl has been living with her clan for many forests now. They never stop in the same place for more than two months. Traveling for the whole Thedas, Helleen knows most of the forests now, Arlathan Forest, in Antiva, Flanasene in the Free Marches and many others, including now the Brecilian Forest in Ferelden.
Born in Arlathan, Helleen has been raised by her dad, the Keeper of the clan, Orlaan.
She was never the perfect daughter though, and she never felt interest in being the Keeper one day, refusing to follow her dad’s steps.
Helleen has a problematic attitude, most of the time is never in camp, but outside, by herself or with a friend, hunting, practicing or just exploring. Even if she’s one of the best hunters of the clan, the girl can’t help but ran away from the clan sometimes, returning days or even weeks later. Tamaren is her bestfriend, a young and also problematic Dalish boy. They met still as kids, in one of their punishment’s days.
Helleen has a thing for blondes. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter, also, she has a thing for alcohol. She brews her own Ale and Brandy and is quite proud of her secret recipe. Only Tamaren had a taste of it once, and was found two days later on the top of the highest tree in Nevarra.
Now Helleen left her clan for one of her solitary explorations and saw a light not far away. A camp?
Strange. Who would camp in the middle of nowhere?
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:27 pm
 Helleen climbs a tree carefully and jumps to another tree, getting closer to the owner of the camp. An elf and a dog. Helleen made a face as the dog ran with a couple of rats on its mouth. For some reason, Helleen just couldn't like dogs very much. Ignoring the whining huge dog, she stared at the girl. She looked Dalish. And she was pretty too. Sighing, Helleen rolled her eyes as the dog tried to wake up the exhausted elf. "She's not going to be satisfied with rats you fool." Jumping to another tree, Helleen rushed to another part of the forest. Ten minutes later, there it was. An adult boar ran from a bush and the elf smirked. "Hello beauty." She said as she positioned an arrow between her fingers. In less than a second the boar fell on the floor, lifeless. Helleen returned to the elf's camp and dumped the dead boar on the ground near the fireplace. Smirking evilly, she clapped her hands loudly and shouted "Hey blondie! Wake up! Help me with dinner!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:08 pm
Cira Witchbane
Cira was a silent type, yet a hauntingly beautiful fair maiden, and a brooding, chivalrous and dangerous warrior at heart, and in battle. She had a Celtic design of tattoos lined along the sides of her body, as her armor revealed, which was different from most of her kind. She seemed like she had a Dalish attitutde and look, though it most definitely wasn't for the fashion. Cira had a very different past that she kept behind closed doors, unless she found reason to trust and confide in with someone.
Cira sat on a log by the fire, listening in at the elves talk amongst themselves about preparing dinner, while sharpening and shining her greatsword.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:19 pm
Helleen turned around and blinked once. Then twice. There was a girl sitting next to the fireplace. "Who the hell are you? You weren't there just now!" O.O
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:25 pm
Cira Witchbane
Cira gazed upon the elf with no emotion in her face. "Some things cannot be comprehended by the ones who choose not to associate themselves with the Fade." she said with a slight smirk forming upon her face. She stood up and sheathed her sword behind her back. "Cira Witchbane... You must be a Grey Warden, yes?" she bowed slightly as she raised her head to see the elf's response.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:30 pm
Helleen smiled. Then smirked. And then laughed. She walked to the girl and slapped her back. "Hey, you're a strange one but I like you. Care to borrow me that big sword of yours to cut the boar over there?" Helleen smiled, trying to look innocent.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:41 pm
Cira Witchbane
Cira nodded, a little taken back how she didn't answer her question nor did she introduce herself. She unsheathed her sword and handed the big sword to the elf without a word. It's a heavy sword, and the elf seems of a flimsy body type. She smiled as the elf struggled lifting the sword by it's hilt.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:53 pm
Helleen tried to get a good grip of the sword and pouted. "This is different from my daggers. Let's see...if i hold it like this...Ah! there it is!" The blond elf lifted the sword almost easily and started to cut the boar in different places. "My name is Helleen. People used to call me Hell." she chuckled in a devilish tone.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:07 pm
Cira Witchbane
Cira raised an eyebrow at the elf's laughter at her own joke and smirked. The elf had a sense of humor she didn't quite understand. Possibly because Cira was foreign, yet it could be that she was a little bit of a serious type. She watched Helleen prepare the boar, looking at the blade slicing between the tough flesh. It looked appetizing... "Ah, from where do you hail?" she asked in curiosity.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:14 pm
Helleen looked at the girl over her shoulder. "I'm from Arlathan. My clan however is never satisfied, we're always moving. What about you shem? How did you end up in the middle of this forest?" She asked, cooking the bloody flesh.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:39 pm
Cira Witchbane
Cira smiled at Helleen's nomadic life-style, as she carefully assumed she was Dalish. " We live a similar life-style, you and I..." as the smell of burning boar flesh flushed through the smokey air. " I am not sure of my origin, though I was raised among your kind for a very long time, when I was found as a babe." she said proudly, looking down at her tattoos. It was in pride as well, knowing that most humans were not looked upon in such a respectful manner by the Dalish. There was definitely more to her story.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:44 pm
Helleen's ears perked up in surprise. "You? Raised by the Dalish? What about this sword?" She smiled, pointing to the bloody sword on the floor. "I doubt the Dalish knew how to manage those."
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