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Current Anybody else played Vampyr? Almost done with it and it's a pretty sweet game if you don't mind combat that was seemingly designed by a wet noodle.
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"The fears we don't face become our limits." - Robin Sharma
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"Hope is what makes us strong, it's why we are here. It's what we fight with when all else is lost." - Pandora, God of War 3
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"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." A.A. Milne
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"Find something to believe in, and find it for yourself. When you do, pass it on to the future." - Solid Snake

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((Flashforward 3 days))

Marc stepped over a trail of scattered pebbles on his way through a wide pass, knowing he'd see the banners of Redcliffe only moments later. He thought now would be a good time to address the party.

"I know none of you are likely familiar with the customs here in Fereldan," he said, trudging through the rough terrain, "so for the sake of keeping the peace, please let me do the talking. We need Redcliffe." He only half-listened to any potential replies from the party as he kept his eyes peeled for the flowing gray tower atop a red hill that would adorn a high flag. As the road finally opened up and the hills on the sides dispersed he found himself entering a wide plateau; all at once the vastness of Redcliffe and Lake Calenhad broke into view. "There." Levine said, pointing to the castle. "Come along, we're behind schedule," Levine ordered and continued forward across a narrow cliff overlooking the city. Before too long the party would have been able to notice a group of soldiers approaching from the castle, Marc raised his hand to signal the party to stop. It took only minutes for the soldiers to reach them.

"State your business." The shortest of the five men ordered. Marc reached around his belt to the back left side and pulled free a piece of parchment, unraveling it and handing it to the man.

"I have urgent business with Arl Cunnington." Marc replied confidently. The guard looked at the paper briefly before noticing the seal. He looked back up and toward Maas and Isala.

"Them too?" he asked reluctantly. Marc nodded. With a brief but deep exhale the guard rolled the paper up and gave it back. "Alright. Come along." Marc looked back to his followers and then to the castle where he began to walk with the escorts. As they walked one of the soldiers looked off across lake Calenhad and pointed toward the dark clouds in the distance.

"Wish the storm would move away and let us enjoy the lake for a while." he said to another who quickly agreed.

"Its not a storm." Marc said quietly, the one who heard him gave him an odd look but didn't inquire any further. The guards lead the party through the castle gates and into the court yard.

"Ready to enter?" he asked.

"Just a moment," Marc said, turning back to the group once more. "Do any of you have any questions or concerns?" he asked, more for Scout than the two Kosith whom he doubted would care either way.
Turns out I won't be posting tonight, but I will tomorrow. I will be skipping to redcliffe in my post so wrap things up here or you'll have to bring it to PM.
Okay well I'll just post us after the time skip then. I'm on my phone now though so I'll do it tonight.
Anybody?
Marc stood silently, his palm naturally resting on the pommel of his still-sheathed blade. He didn't seem worried by Isala being tensed and ready to pounce, and although he was confident he could take her on, deep down he was still terrified of her and her people; at least the hostile ones. Selim had tried to make him conquer his irrational distaste for the Qunari people by taking him on a trip to Par Vollen when he was fifteen, there he'd picked up bits of the language, so Marc was quite surprised to hear Isala refer to him as Arvaarad, though he was glad he'd earned her trust he highly doubted that Maas was overjoyed to hear the term. Marc gave a half smile and bowed his head lightly.

"Welcome to the wardens, Isala. I'll be happy to answer your questions whenever you're ready." He stepped back a bit and looked at the awkward crew in front of him. Two Qunari outlaws and a dead dwarf. It sounded like the makings of a bad prejudice joke to him, but they were the best he'd found in the entire country. "I'm sure you're all quite ready to make a hasty departure from this place. I've sent word to the Arle of Redcliffe, he'll be expecting us. I know none of you are particularly versed in Fereldan etiquette, or surface life at all in your case, Scout. But I'll be sure to give you all a brief rundown when we arrive. If you're all ready then we can set out now." Marc explained.
Sorry I have been taking these little hiatuses, people. As I said, I've got some stuff going on that I don't really want to talk about but if it persists as an issue I will explain it. Until then I'll keep moving this forward as I can. Also Cunfuzzler you're accepted. I'll leave it up to you to decide how you're introduced to the Wardens in redcliffe, but as I said you won't be inducted to the wardens until after the Redcliffe arc.
((Breaking posting order but I'm just trying to move us along, we'll be done soon))
Levine had carried a wooden torch along to the bridge, past wardens had likely taken part in more ceremonious send-offs but this was the best he could do for the half-elf due to pressing circumstances. Marc was unsatisfied with how Maas dropped the body and took a moment to even her out on top of the pyre as best he could, placing her feet closely together, and folding her hands on her stomach with her staff laying next to her.

"Rest easy." he said, touching the torch to the bottom end of the pyre and holding it for nearly a minute before it finally took light. As the flames jumped upward Levine stepped back. "It would be in bad taste to watch her burn, Head back to Isala and Scout." Levine said, beginning the walk back without waiting for a response.
Levine looked over at Maas before he answered scout, hiding the distaste he had for the emotionless tendencies of his people. He rested his palm on his sword hilt as he turned and approached the body of the girl.
"Whether it's true or not, I believe that you're a warden from the moment you're conscripted. Whether you survive the joining or not. And despite that she still drank from the cup and the body still contains the taint. Scout, there are plenty of rituals we humans use to send off the dead, but the wardens keep the tradition of the funeral pyre. I'll hear no protest, Maas, and actually you're the strongest here so you get the honor of carrying the body." Levine was doing his best to sound powerful, he knew that if anything Maas would respect power. "Scout you need to remain here for Isala when she wakes up. If she does tell her we've gone to the bridge on the western side of the ruin." Levine had already ensured that there would be enough wood readily available for each one of the recruits to have a funeral pyre if necessary, but he had only assembled one. Thankfully they would only have need of one.
Also, Cunfuzzler I will let you make a character sheet and join in at Redcliffe if you want but you won't be able to be part of the wardens until that arc is over with.
Hey guys sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been going through some stuff I don't care to talk about. I'll get something up today if you guys are all still listening and ready to go. If you are, thanks for being faithful and if not I don't hold it against any of you since I know it has been a while.
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