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Rosa was not quite sure what she had been expecting when the names had been brought to her desk for this merry band of miscreants. She knew she could trust Nikolaus to an extent… and Mareth’s proposal of sending Naeva on this mission also tipped the scales … Though in what direction she was not sure, as the two of them were a powder keg waiting to burst at any moment… Then there were the Orlesians. Where she herself had no love for them whatsoever, they would prove useful in tracking down the artifacts they were seeking as well as following the clues that could lead to where the Sleeping Arch-Demons slumber. But then there was the mage that her husband had suggested tag along. All of this seemed like a jester’s performance, but she did not have the men to spare on making a full squadron of Grey Wardens.

Gathering up the parchment on the table, she began to make her way out to the courtyard where the merry band awaited, Mareth standing watch over them all to ensure no one started a fight. The last thing she would need were other Wardens to step in and break up the fight and get injured… As she arrived, she glanced over the small group, mismatched in armor and backgrounds. Androstate help her. “Thank you all for coming at the request of your Lords and Sponsors.” she said looking across the group, hesitating on a few faces. “Or… just coming out of sheer curiosity.” Clearing her throat she looked to Mareth as the Dalish Keeper joined her at the front of the group.

“Hello, I am Rosaline… First Warden in command. As you may have discerned from the information you have been given, it is our hope to seek out the remaining two Arch-Demons. Our hope is to be able to monitor and prevent any possibility of their awakening and forgoing another Blight. We are unsure of the locations of the Tombs that hold them, though we have gotten hails for aid from Navarra and the Deep Roads due to a rise in Darkspawn activity underground.” She paused, waiting to see if anyone had comment or question about the information. “We have also heard of an ancient artifact of the Grey Wardens that is in circulation in Antiva and Rivain that may prove useful in locating the missing tombs as well.”

It wasn’t much information and Rose knew that, but this was all that they could go on for now. As Rosa finished up, she turned to look at the Dalish elf. Mareth nodded, stepping forward to address the group. “We are also asking that you keep your eyes open for any Nomadic tribes that are migrating through the northern continent, as of recent some know of a safe haven within Ferelden for elves to seek a life of peace. We ask that if you come across any of these tribes, you direct them to Crow, so she can communicate the location with them. In your search for artifacts, I ask that if you find any of Dalish origin that you secure them and bring them to Ferelden. With our newfound alliance with the Hierarchy of Ferelden we wish to reclaim our history.” Mareth finished a stern smile on her face.

Rose glanced over the group, her red hair framing her face. “Any questions?”

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Meeting Location _____ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: No one who matters. _____ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: Annoyed _____ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ:Wearing | Staff

To say Sabine wasn't thrilled with this new found mission. The idea of traveling with a bunch of strangers, those who were likely below her, was not appealing. The part that was appealing was the promise of power that she would be given. The chance to be offered a spot that she couldn't turn down. Sabine always wanted to become known, the power that she held brought forward as something stronger. With family members holding spots on the Magister, she would use this to her advantage, it just meant she had to jump through hoops and this new mission was several hoops. The Tevinter Imperium mage had to take on a different persona for this mission, which wasn't abnormal. Sabine had to had to hide part of herself. Blood magic, beyond the Tevinter Imperium, was illegal and she would be killed. Luckily, magic was second nature to Sabine. Her teacher taught her a variety of different magic in order to not only increase her power, but keep herself safe. It was rather unfortunate, blood magic was fun and exciting. Watching people squirm from it was such a thrill.

The golden armor clung to her body, the shoes making a clacking sound as she approached the meeting point she received in the letter. Her large staff in her hand, the dagger attached to her hip. She wasn't the first to arrive, nor the last. There were already two standing there. A rather large human, someone that Sabine knew that she was going to have a lot of fun with and some smaller female, her face and head covered. Interesting. What was the woman hiding? Not that Sabine cared all too much. She had one job, and one job alone. find the gods using this team assembled by the Wardens. Not the best way, but it was going to be a lot easier than for her doing it alone. Hopefully, if she was lucky, there wouldn't be any elves, not that they would last long anyways. It wouldn't take a lot for her to take one out, carefully.

Silence was between the small group as she took a seat near a stone bench, one leg crossing over the other as she gave a small smirk over towards the human as the others started to show. What an interesting, and yet terrible group. Unfortunately for Sabine, there was an elf that joined them. Luckily, they didn't seem to be a direct part of the group. There no hiding the look of disgust as the elf spoke. She deserved nothing more to be on her knees, cleaning her boots. Then again, they always did an awful job at it. Sabine was starting to miss the ones she had at her home. Maybe it would be fun to have one join the party. It would give her a fun toy to ******** around with. The faint screams echoed through her thoughts, the disgusted look turning into an evil smirk, a glimmer in her eye as she turned her head to hide behind the loose strands of her black hair. She had to be careful not to blow her cover. She wanted the title she was promised upon this successful mission.

"I have a question." Her voice showing nothing but confidence as she stood up, taller than the elf but she paid her no attention as she directed her attention to the Warden. "What are you not telling us? Clearly, this isn't all the information you have. If so, you're throwing us into something that you're too scared to do yourself." Sabine's mouth was used for two things, being blunt and getting herself in trouble. If this was the group, they were going to need her. "And it would be an awful shame if the First Warden was scared. So tell us, what are you not telling us."

тнeмe : tab ⌜HAUNTED AND UNWANTED⌟ tab
locaтιon : tab ⌜Weisshaupt, Anderfels ⌟ tab
ooc : tab ⌜ Clothing ⌟ tab











⤷ tab tab It had been a long time coming… Two years ago they had departed the Brecilian Forest with a few of their best hunters to make their way to Weisshaupt. Rose had met them on the south side of Orlais to ensure their safe passage into the Anderfels without worry of any Slavers or Mercenaries that were wandering the lands… Though they were not what the escaped elf were truly afraid of though. She knew the reach of the Ravens… let alone the Crows that would do anything for a coin and favor from those snakes. Closing her eyes as she waited for Rosa to join Marethari at the front of the small group.

⤷ tab tab Her amethyst eyes scanned the small gathering of people that were joining the mission that Rose had posted a year ago. Things never went the way any of them planned, they call to prepare for the next blight fell on deaf hears, as many people did not want to send their loved ones, competent people, or able bodied slaves to become Wardens. Naeva could hear the exhaust in Marethari’s voice as she tried to assure everyone that Rose would be on her way soon. Paperwork was holding her up, as it always did. Soon the red haired woman appeared, taking place near the Dalish Elf keeper.

⤷ tab tab The presentation ended, and the first to speak was a human woman wearing armor that displayed she came from somewhere with wealth. Her words were valid… but the fire that lit behind Rose’s eyes. If the First Warden wasn’t also the Queen of Fereldan, she would have probably thrown a dagger at the woman. Before Rosaline could respond though, another stepped forward from the backlines of the gathering. A Dalish elf, by the markings on her face, though Naeva could not place their Pantheon or Origin. The introduction had been short, stating that she was ready to depart when the time came, before walking back towards the shade of a tree close by.


NPC : Rosaline


⤷ tab tab Rosaline had nodded an agreement with the elf, her sharp green eyes turning to the woman who had asked a question. “That is all the information we have as that is all that we were given.” she said letting out a breath. “This mission was to be performed by a squadron of Grey Wardens, in order to prevent the next blight that could start at any point in time. No one has ever located a sleeping Archdemon until it is close to or is awakened. “As for fear, I do not have any what so ever. I have already fought in one blight, am trying to recruit more soldiers to aid for the day that the blight does come while also running this band of miscreants and ensuring that my kingdom stays afloat. I would much rather be slitting the throats of darkspawn than dealing with paperwork and politics.” She admitted, her voice staying level and calm. “So unless you want to take care of all of that for me while I go out on this mission, be my guest… Be warned though, My husband is not the brightest of the Royalty in the land. If your fear is the dangers of Darkspawn, know that Niko is a very capable Warden and is going in my stead. ”

⤷ tab tab Waiting to see if anyone else had any questions she looked at the four standing in front of her. “Tonight, you will all be able to rest in a private Barracks. There you will find some paperwork in order for us to find your next of kin if anything were to happen. As well as a parchment for you to request any weapons, armor or regiments you may need for your journey. If you are a mage, write down what you need. Every bit of help to prevent the Archdemons from awakening is all that we ask, and hopefully more will join you in this task. Niko and Naeva… if any arrive. Let them know of the mission and have them come to my office.” With that Rose started to turn to walk towards the multi-story stone building that sat on the top of the hill. Marethari in tow to aid with any preparations needed, leaving the group with the tense silence of Rose’s words and the mission at hand.

LOCATION Weisshaupt, Anderfels | COMPANY people who showed up | EMOTION Uneasy


letsgetdrunkThe travel had been the more boring part—any other day, she’d say that without fail. Walking or sailing or riding, it wasn’t as thrilling as a fight or a brawl, or a night in a tavern. But right now in the room with a few others, waiting in the tension of strangers, Hissera would say this was more boring than the travel here. And more than once she’d found herself wondering why she’d come to this meeting in the first place. It wasn’t her usual affair, choosing to continue on her personal crusade instead of leaping into another’s. Of course, in the back of her mind she could hear one or both of her parents’ voices echoing the danger of darkspawn… so perhaps, she reasoned, that was why she’d decided to attend when she’d caught wind from a contact of hers.

letsgetdrunkAnd when they were finally joined by someone who seemed to exude some modicum of authority—other than the Dalish Elf, a Keeper if Hissera had heard correctly—and some introductions were had. The large Vashoth woman crossed her arms as she listened to first one woman and then the other speak: one outlining the main mission, and the other alerting them to another. As she mulled over the thing, finding herself having not just one question, but also no attention to words to form them, Hissera lifted her right hand to her mouth and started to chew on her thumb—first the nail and then the skin on tip. This actually sounded dangerous, and yeah, she wouldn’t admit to being frightened at the prospect of dying doing said mission… but it was still—it felt larger than her hunting down slavers.

letsgetdrunkThis was something they were being asked to do to prevent the next Blight, something that could very well end life on Thedas for all those who weren’t darkspawn. It was a little anxiety inducing to think about the implications of it all—would her going even help them achieve or fail? Did she want that kind of weight on her shoulders? Would she be able to live with herself if she didn’t go and then the next Blight—something she could’ve helped prevent—killed thousands of innocent people? Or perhaps do as she’d been told and end life as it’s known? She probably wouldn’t be able to live with herself, but then again, she wouldn’t live long enough after that point to actually care.

letsgetdrunkHissera looked at every one else in the group in the courtyard, taking a moment to make her own judgements once again about those who’d chosen to join the attempt at the mission. There were few who genuinely looked like they belonged there, few that seemed to believe they belonged there with no hesitation (and a bit of entitled audacity mixed in), some strange outliers, and then her. She hesitated to think these people would even deign to trust her enough to allow her assistance. I’m already here, might as well help out.

letsgetdrunkA few others had been talking while she’d been stuck in her own head and she found herself tuning back into the conversation as the human woman in flashy and gold armor, of all things, seemed to goad the First Warden. To which the other woman responded in kind—Hissera found herself holding in a snort of amusement at the interaction. And then it seemed all too soon, they were left alone with each other again. She looked around again at the others, with nothing to say.

letsgetdrunkIt was only a few moments later someone else sauntered into the room—and sauntered was definitely the word Hissera would have used to describe the individual who arrived in the courtyard just after the leading two had vacated. She was sure he truly believed himself to be dashing and so on and so forth—but Hissera rolled her eyes and stood from her place leaning against… something. A half-way or maybe it could’ve been a tall bench. ”I need a drink,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. ”Just a teensy weensy bit late, yes,” she continued with a smirk. ”Name’s Hissera,” she said a bit louder, a statement made to all those in the band of miscreants as the First Warden had referred to them. ”Is it worth discussing game plans until we’re dispatched? Or shall we jump on everyone’s favorite pastime of group bonding? Personally, I’d rather stab out my own eyes than go ‘round a table asking people their likes and dislikes, but if that table had ale… I’d consider it.” She’d taken another step forward away from her perch against a half-way and looked at all those still in the courtyard and awaited someone’s decision. Hopefully, someone had an idea of what entertainment they could find besides going to their private rooms and making the probably correct decision of preparing for the following days in the way the First Warden had suggested.

тнeмe : tab ⌜Pantheon, the Unbreakable Spear ⌟ tab
locaтιon : tab ⌜XXXX ⌟ tab
ooc : tab ⌜ Clothing ⌟ tab











⤷ tab tab Niko stood near Naeva as the First Warden spoke followed by the keeper of the elves. Doing their best to inform the group of what was being looked for and done in order to make sure the mission moved along hopefully without a hitch. But that was until the first person to speak was decorated in gold armor and held an attitude as if she was the the most important person in the entire room. "What are you not telling us? Clearly, this isn't all the information you have. If so, you're throwing us into something that you're too scared to do yourself." She also had a quick follow up comment more than anything "And it would be an awful shame if the First Warden was scared. So tell us, what are you not telling us." Niko couldnt help but scoff at the woman as she spoke so plainly as if she was forced to have been here. He wanted to say something to her and tell her to hold her tongue but that as usual might end up getting him in trouble.

⤷ tab tab He sighed silently to himself as he continued to quietly observe the room. The next to speak was another Elf who had simply said her name and that she was ready when they were. He didn’t understand the strange things that were elves even though he had known one for quite sometime now. Looking over at Naeva seeing that she was quietly observing the others as they appeared and spoke. The man holding his own observations of the others. As rose spoke once more to address the questions raised earlier by the gold armor clad woman. Obviously out of everyone here the person with the title of Queen and First Warden was going to be the one that was brave enough to have faced into at least one blight and come out on the other side. It wasn’t until he and Naeva were addressed directly that he snapped back to reality and told that should more arrive they need to be filled in on the mission that was ahead of them. “Yes ma’am.” was all the man offered in reply to the request if it could be called that.

⤷ tab tab As Rose was leaving he looked around the group once more and a new face had seemed to have joined them ever so casually. Niko looked at the man as his eyebrow quirked at his introduction but at least he knew a name to address him by. The only way that Niko however could think to describe the man was full of himself with a punchable face. Who had they been instructed to take with them? He had only wish not so long ago that it would have been another squad of Grey Wardens but alas it wasn’t it was the jolly band of misfits. “Yes, you are very late… Completely missed the mission breakdown.. But I suppose better late than never.” Was all he could say as he continued to look around. Then a large woman spoke and the first words spoke was that she needed a drink and that her name was Hissera. At least another name to a face and not some mystery character to this whole play. However he could second the option of a drink. “Personally I think that a plan can be discussed over a drink as well.. But others may have opinions of their own when it comes to that.” He still had no idea on what he was even doing at this point. Yes, he was a decent warden but he still could only guess what was even going on here with this group of people.

⤷ tab tab It almost spooked him however when another elf popped out of the shadow of the large Quanri woman and started to speak. She was cheerful which was definitely a different change of pace for him. She introduced herself as Lyrana and she from the sounds of it she did healing magic. Well that would be handy. After her introduction he at this point felt obligated to introduce himself to this makeshift band of ‘miscreants’ as Rose so lovingly put it. “I am Nikolaus a warden stationed here.” He said plainly to the group. He wasn’t here to impress anyone after all and wanted nothing more than to hurry up and get on with their mission but at the same understood the need for a night of rest and the ability to gather their stuff up before heading out on the mission.

Oswulf the Silver-Haired Devil

Sitting on a rock with a clay cup in his hand, pouring himself a drink he looked at a shakey child in front of him Who was staring at the bodies laid out before him. Oswulf drank from his cup, standing up from the rock he sighs. Tossing a small bag of gold to the boy." Your cut.....Stop hanging out with scum like that. You'll live longer." He says he was hired by the group to do a job the kid was just the bait to lure out their target. But in the end, they wanted to cut the kid loose permanently. Being a lot of things, Oswulf was no child killer, especially to one that did their job well. Looking at the young kid, who had a s**t life for no reason. He could relate if it wasn't for his adoptive parents no telling where he would have ended up. Walking off grabbed his bag and put his cup away and the liquor bottle he was drinking from. He started to walk off, but one of the men grabbed his ankle. Looking down at him he kicked him off him after he said something about he will get his. He shook his head walking off."Yea yea...Heard it all before."He waved at them walking off, the boy looked at the gold he just ran off quickly.

For Oswulf this was days ago, he found himself traveling work wasn't tough for him to find. But he was picky about the jobs, sneaking, and being silent wasn't the play for him. He wanted a fight, wanted to fight, to push himself to his limits a breaking point he hasn't had that feeling in some time.
After getting to a town, it wasn't easy for the town to stop a barfight started by Oswulf. It took several men to get Oswulf in irons and to sober him up. To think the fight started because of a drinking contest.

Oswulf had a few bounties on him, he was given a choice or rather a demand by one of the Warden that happened to be in town and one of the men that helped put an end to the bar fight. Oswulf simply laughs as he says it was harmless fun there were more bruises than dead. He jokes about it as the other men from the bar laughed at the Joking warrior. Of course, the Warden didn't have such a sense of humor.

After some small talk and making a deal with the Warden, he decided to hear him out on an Issue that some had been summoned for and others volunteered. Hopping out of the wagon just as others arrived. Oswulf walked in escorted by the Warden, listening to Rosaline talk about what needed to be done. Observing the others he sighed after hearing what was said."Jeez, I'll join to keep up your end when it's all done."He places his hand on the side of his head."I should never face the world sober."Talking to himself wondering about the courtyard. He was just here by chance but if he could clear the slate he was fine. But his mind got to thinking about this quest. Maybe he could find that fight he had been seeking. He started to grin making him excited but then relieved."Where can a guy get a drink around here?"He grumbles feeling the ill effects of being sober for too long.

тнeмe : tab ⌜Pantheon, the Unbreakable Spear ⌟ tab
locaтιon : tab ⌜XXXX ⌟ tab
ooc : tab ⌜ Clothing ⌟ tab











⤷ tab tab Nikolaus looked at everyone as it seemed the attention was directed to him. Rose would have left Naeva and Nikolaus in charge of being able to confirm details. And during his train of thought Sabine started to speak “Nikolaus is is? Since you’re a warden here, you should be able to show us to our rooms.” He looked at her and nodded. “Yes that's correct. Each person will have their own quarters during their stay here that is located on the first floor of the building.” Pausing for a moment before she spoke again. “Do you mind?” Looking around the room at all the new faces he turned to the door and started to make his way towards the door. He was met by another set of men.. One was late and escorted by a fellow warden and the other was Jensen who had arrived.

⤷ tab tab The first man of the set toward the back that was guided by a warden had silver hair and never introduced himself to the group. He looked around and then shot a look at the warden that asked if this was okayed by Rose to bring in some stranger that seemed to be grumbling to himself about not wanting to face the world sober. He didn't catch a whiff of alcohol on the man before he asked “Where can a guy get a drink around here?” As Niko sighed. Jensen started speaking again “Apologies my well armored friend. There is sometimes the, how you say, complications on the road.” Nikos eyebrow rose slightly more curious than anything about the ‘complications’ that Jensen was referring to. And just as he was curious about the complications Jensen made mention about being able to tell them over a tankard of ale and that it would also make a fine group bonding experience.

⤷ tab tab Jensen quickly turned away as Sabine spoke up and was asking about their quarters. He couldn’t really get a word in edgewise and listened as they spoke. And before he knew it Jensen was talking about him. And then he was almost Voluntold that he would be treating them to drinks and plans for their success. His gauntleted hand reaching up and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Okay…. So drinks aside..” His internal thought was that they must have been obsessed alcoholics if they referred to drinks this often. “Anyways drinks aside, I will show you all to your rooms where you can drop off your stuff and then we can go to the tavern for a drink.” Before he could get started walking and leading the group Jensen was already off getting caught up in the excitement before turning and asking where the Tavern was at again.