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Soooo, what's actually open then? As it stands it doesn't actually seem like I've got a slot. I mean, I'd very, very, very much like to play Aldric again. I made him and then the RP died and that was kinda a let down. However if that isn't at all possible that's fine. Just point me in the right direction and I'll start writing.
You have my bow.
I'm sorry, didn't realize the ball was in my court. For some reason I thought I was still waiting on someone.
Alvin listened intently to the proposed plan. The biggest issue he could see with Marwood's plan was the prince being the bait. But if it's what Marwwod wanted to do..... "Why don't you stay here Arathyra, help the people here. Anyone wounded in the field can be brought back." He answered his healer gently. Nobody else seemed to step up to answer her.

Now, the biggest question facing Alvin, would he help as well? He wanted to help his people true, but on the other hand it was only a matter of time until Sion found him. Time that was running short. Was it worth the risk? The world for these few people? These few, precious Gradians who felt abandoned by their government? With that thought the young prince made up his mind.

"I'll help as well, my people need this. And the first responsibility of a monarch is to his people." Alvin declared, facing Archibald dead on, daring the bandit to challenge the pure and unwavering passion that was clear in the price's emerald eyes. His fists clenched and his mind began preparing for the verbal abuse that was sure to come.
I'll let Marwood get something in before I post again. Alvin has some internal debating to do about whether he needs to move or feed his people.
Garen had arrived at the Tevinter Border Fort an hour or so before midday. He heard the lookouts raise the alarm and watched from his perch in northeast corner of the courtyard as the Wardens unveiled their new playthings, the griffons. Was it impressive? Sure, but was it enough to stop the neverending hordes of Darkspawn? That remained to be seen.

After the attack ended, a few warriors gathered in the center of the courtyard in front of one of the wardens, an elf by the look of him. By the way some had been treating him it was a fair bet he was the man that Garen was supposed to see. He had no issues taking orders from an elf, heck one of the Dragon Heads had been one. Still it surprised him how eager some seemed to take his direction. Still, it was time to make his presence known. So he approached, his footsteps quiet to even the most attuned ears.

He came up behind a Qunari and a dwarf, content to stand there and listen to whatever speech was going to be held. He knew for a fact the elven warden could see him, and that was enough. His fingers ran along the runes carved into the hilt of the sword on his left hip, Tân, as he waited.
I will, tomorrow or day after.
Just a random thought; whenever I see Argetlam's character I can't help but hear "You wheel, you deal."


Ugh, that post feels terrible. I should've posted sooner, honestly.
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