Haha, this interaction is going to be really fun. Should probably give the others a chance to post first though.
Mordon
Member
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Joined: 9 yrs ago
- Posts: 105 (0.03 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Mordon 9 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Colin Roche
Colin stared into the eyes of yet another Tevinter man, his elbow pressed against his throat whilst his other hand held the man's arm behind his back in a lock.“For Andraste's left testicle man, if I catch you going through my tent again I'll shatter your skull, you understand me Tevinter? Refugee or not, I enjoy my little bit of personal space and I'm getting very damn tired of strangers invading it. There's nothing to steal! I keep my belongings on me, so if you want my shit you'll have to become a pickpocket. Spread the word friend, my next intruder is getting the example beating that seems so badly needed.”
With that Colin released his hold on the man and watched as he ran deep into the maze of refugee tents. Satisfied, he headed back inside his own.
“Tell me, why did we set up our damned tent on the edge of a refugee camp? Oh wait, I remember! The fucking thing wasn't there! Who in the Baker's name pitches a tent expecting to be overrun with refugees? I know I didn't! I mean sure, there were a few, but I didn't expect to end up living next to Tevinter shitting city!”
Colin looked around, wondering whether Eloen was out in the camp somewhere or whether she was just troubling herself trying to come up with actual answers for his ramblings. It seemed it was the former.
Getting out there, eh darling? Good on ya.
Today was the day they were expected to meet up with the others supposed to be in the Divine's special force of volunteers. He was looking forward to meeting the people he'd be fighting with, but hoped they wouldn't all be knights and daddy's boys with silver swords up their asses. He was also looking forward to fighting the darkspawn again. He was only ten years old when the blight struck Ferelden and didn't actually see many darkspawn. During the battle of Denerim he hid in a tavern with a friend of his, the door bolted and guarded. Luckily none broke through, probably too occupied fighting Cousland and his army. He saw plenty later on though, there was a lot of work to be found protecting idiots in the deep roads. He'd never seen them in such numbers though. Never seen a darkspawn army, until recently anyway.
Thinking about the days events he strapped on his steel longsword and dagger before heading back out into the camp. He still had time and decided to go and check up on Eloen. Her talent for archery was obvious when he had first seen her practice it, but he wanted to see how the sharpening of her skills was going. He turned away from the refugee tents and walked towards the military ones. He'd find the archery range facing the river. Safer that way, less chance of stray arrows hitting refugees or soldiers. As he approached from the side of the range he spotted various archers, most of which were soldiers, but among them stood Eloen. He smiled when he saw her. She no longer had her usual submissive look about her. She looked completely focused, like a fighter. With most people he would have taken the piss out of the seriousness of it, but in her it was refreshing. He enjoyed it. She loosed an arrow downrange that seemed to him to hit her target spot on.
“Yeah! That's how you dead a fucking darkspawn! You soldiers taking notes?” Colin smiled, nodding at Eloen from the short distance before approaching her.
"Meeting for the Divine's volunteer force is happening shortly Eloen. You should come along, let them know you're interested and get a feel for the people we'll be working with. Keep nailing those shots, and I'll see you there, yeah? It's just down along the river there."
With that he headed off. He still had a while before he'd need to be at the rendezvous spot, but he wanted to get there early anyway, see what types turned up. He wondered if there would be any who he thought he could have watch his back or who he reckoned might get him killed. Approaching the designated spot he clocked two youngsters, or people who were obviously younger than him anyhow. They both stood silently, seemingly in contemplation. Of course, Colin broke the silence.
“The fuck are you two so solemn about? Hey, it's not like the darkspawn are marching in the thousands only seventeen years after the last blight... Oh wait.” Colin laughed, looking from the young lass to the young man with a wry grin on his face. “Colin Roche, at your service. Who might you kids be? Wait... Shit... I haven't gone to the wrong area and ended up in 'Lover's Lane' or something have I?”
Colin stared into the eyes of yet another Tevinter man, his elbow pressed against his throat whilst his other hand held the man's arm behind his back in a lock.“For Andraste's left testicle man, if I catch you going through my tent again I'll shatter your skull, you understand me Tevinter? Refugee or not, I enjoy my little bit of personal space and I'm getting very damn tired of strangers invading it. There's nothing to steal! I keep my belongings on me, so if you want my shit you'll have to become a pickpocket. Spread the word friend, my next intruder is getting the example beating that seems so badly needed.”
With that Colin released his hold on the man and watched as he ran deep into the maze of refugee tents. Satisfied, he headed back inside his own.
“Tell me, why did we set up our damned tent on the edge of a refugee camp? Oh wait, I remember! The fucking thing wasn't there! Who in the Baker's name pitches a tent expecting to be overrun with refugees? I know I didn't! I mean sure, there were a few, but I didn't expect to end up living next to Tevinter shitting city!”
Colin looked around, wondering whether Eloen was out in the camp somewhere or whether she was just troubling herself trying to come up with actual answers for his ramblings. It seemed it was the former.
Getting out there, eh darling? Good on ya.
Today was the day they were expected to meet up with the others supposed to be in the Divine's special force of volunteers. He was looking forward to meeting the people he'd be fighting with, but hoped they wouldn't all be knights and daddy's boys with silver swords up their asses. He was also looking forward to fighting the darkspawn again. He was only ten years old when the blight struck Ferelden and didn't actually see many darkspawn. During the battle of Denerim he hid in a tavern with a friend of his, the door bolted and guarded. Luckily none broke through, probably too occupied fighting Cousland and his army. He saw plenty later on though, there was a lot of work to be found protecting idiots in the deep roads. He'd never seen them in such numbers though. Never seen a darkspawn army, until recently anyway.
Thinking about the days events he strapped on his steel longsword and dagger before heading back out into the camp. He still had time and decided to go and check up on Eloen. Her talent for archery was obvious when he had first seen her practice it, but he wanted to see how the sharpening of her skills was going. He turned away from the refugee tents and walked towards the military ones. He'd find the archery range facing the river. Safer that way, less chance of stray arrows hitting refugees or soldiers. As he approached from the side of the range he spotted various archers, most of which were soldiers, but among them stood Eloen. He smiled when he saw her. She no longer had her usual submissive look about her. She looked completely focused, like a fighter. With most people he would have taken the piss out of the seriousness of it, but in her it was refreshing. He enjoyed it. She loosed an arrow downrange that seemed to him to hit her target spot on.
“Yeah! That's how you dead a fucking darkspawn! You soldiers taking notes?” Colin smiled, nodding at Eloen from the short distance before approaching her.
"Meeting for the Divine's volunteer force is happening shortly Eloen. You should come along, let them know you're interested and get a feel for the people we'll be working with. Keep nailing those shots, and I'll see you there, yeah? It's just down along the river there."
With that he headed off. He still had a while before he'd need to be at the rendezvous spot, but he wanted to get there early anyway, see what types turned up. He wondered if there would be any who he thought he could have watch his back or who he reckoned might get him killed. Approaching the designated spot he clocked two youngsters, or people who were obviously younger than him anyhow. They both stood silently, seemingly in contemplation. Of course, Colin broke the silence.
“The fuck are you two so solemn about? Hey, it's not like the darkspawn are marching in the thousands only seventeen years after the last blight... Oh wait.” Colin laughed, looking from the young lass to the young man with a wry grin on his face. “Colin Roche, at your service. Who might you kids be? Wait... Shit... I haven't gone to the wrong area and ended up in 'Lover's Lane' or something have I?”
Sorry I'm taking so long with my characters guys. It's been a rough week.
It's okay. Me and Double prefer the characters slowly coming together anyway, makes more sense than everyone suddenly running into each other at the same time. In an RP based in a city, you can pretty much come from anywhere at any time, haha.
It's alright, ya'll can go ahead. Abel can take Rachel under his wing later on. :P
Him finding the same street the other three are on is a bit of a coincidence, but I rationalized it by thinking that the oncoming walkers would kind of herd him towards them.
Him finding the same street the other three are on is a bit of a coincidence, but I rationalized it by thinking that the oncoming walkers would kind of herd him towards them.
Abel O'Connell
Upon finishing his coughing fit Abel tried to make a mental note to find some cleaning wipes along with all the other crap he needed. He really didn't want to constantly stink of death, even if his surroundings did. With his groceries in mind he continued on down the alley, stopping suddenly when a gunshot rang out in the distance. He stood silently, listening for more sounds following it, but nothing else came, at least that he could hear. He couldn't quite gauge the distance between him and whoever had fired that round but he guessed they were pretty close. Within a few blocks, probably. He sheathed his knife and took his handgun from inside his belt instead. Far better to have a gun in hand if one had to be in a shoot-out.
He kept on down the alleys, walking faster but trying to be even quieter than he had been before. Finally the line of alleys ended and he was forced out onto the street. He looked right first and spotted two Gob's up the block, in the direction he needed to go, he then looked left and...
“Shit!” He exclaimed, immediately spinning around and running as fast as he could up the block. How many had there been!? At least a dozen if his eyes weren't fucking with him, and all shuffling up the block towards him. He ran almost two more blocks, mostly seeing walkers in two's and three's but occasionally he would glance down a street and see a large crowd of them all shuffling together. He was really damn grateful they didn't seem to run.
He went to turn left down the street he planned to find most of his supplies on, but once again there were a group of walkers. Cursing under his breath he tried to think of where else he could find at least some of the supplies he needed, but he couldn't. He had only gotten to the city as it was going to hell, he didn't exactly have time to get familiar with the different areas. Failing to come up with a first plan he went for the next best thing and decided to simply try and get back to his warehouse. Maybe wait until dark and try again. He wouldn't be able to go back the way he came now though, that way was packed with Gob's. He'd have to keep going and see if he could find another way back.
Once again he began running, his lungs burning all the while. He smiled to himself remembering a friend of his chastising him for not having cardio days as part of his work outs in prison.
“Yeah, you be big and strong, but without cardio and legs your foundations fucked so you're easily dropped!” The large Jamaican would shout. Abel wished he had listened back then.
He kept avoiding the streets and alleys with more than three Gob's down them, but kept moving all the while. He soon found himself at the end of yet another street, unlike the others though this one had three seemingly living survivors car hopping all the way down it despite the dead being all over the place. Abel couldn't turn back, by now the Gob's he had seen making their way down the streets would all be converging at the ends of them. He'd get trapped. He couldn't simply run down this street because the monsters were all over the place. Not the vast groups he had seen, but enough to make it too much of a risk. With all other options seemingly ruled out and time running short he did what he thought was the only thing left. He jumped up onto a car and started running down the line of them the same way the people almost a block ahead of him had done. He hoped they wouldn't hear him over the noise the dead were making, but he kept his gun in his hand just in case. He didn't know what kind of people these were.
Upon finishing his coughing fit Abel tried to make a mental note to find some cleaning wipes along with all the other crap he needed. He really didn't want to constantly stink of death, even if his surroundings did. With his groceries in mind he continued on down the alley, stopping suddenly when a gunshot rang out in the distance. He stood silently, listening for more sounds following it, but nothing else came, at least that he could hear. He couldn't quite gauge the distance between him and whoever had fired that round but he guessed they were pretty close. Within a few blocks, probably. He sheathed his knife and took his handgun from inside his belt instead. Far better to have a gun in hand if one had to be in a shoot-out.
He kept on down the alleys, walking faster but trying to be even quieter than he had been before. Finally the line of alleys ended and he was forced out onto the street. He looked right first and spotted two Gob's up the block, in the direction he needed to go, he then looked left and...
“Shit!” He exclaimed, immediately spinning around and running as fast as he could up the block. How many had there been!? At least a dozen if his eyes weren't fucking with him, and all shuffling up the block towards him. He ran almost two more blocks, mostly seeing walkers in two's and three's but occasionally he would glance down a street and see a large crowd of them all shuffling together. He was really damn grateful they didn't seem to run.
He went to turn left down the street he planned to find most of his supplies on, but once again there were a group of walkers. Cursing under his breath he tried to think of where else he could find at least some of the supplies he needed, but he couldn't. He had only gotten to the city as it was going to hell, he didn't exactly have time to get familiar with the different areas. Failing to come up with a first plan he went for the next best thing and decided to simply try and get back to his warehouse. Maybe wait until dark and try again. He wouldn't be able to go back the way he came now though, that way was packed with Gob's. He'd have to keep going and see if he could find another way back.
Once again he began running, his lungs burning all the while. He smiled to himself remembering a friend of his chastising him for not having cardio days as part of his work outs in prison.
“Yeah, you be big and strong, but without cardio and legs your foundations fucked so you're easily dropped!” The large Jamaican would shout. Abel wished he had listened back then.
He kept avoiding the streets and alleys with more than three Gob's down them, but kept moving all the while. He soon found himself at the end of yet another street, unlike the others though this one had three seemingly living survivors car hopping all the way down it despite the dead being all over the place. Abel couldn't turn back, by now the Gob's he had seen making their way down the streets would all be converging at the ends of them. He'd get trapped. He couldn't simply run down this street because the monsters were all over the place. Not the vast groups he had seen, but enough to make it too much of a risk. With all other options seemingly ruled out and time running short he did what he thought was the only thing left. He jumped up onto a car and started running down the line of them the same way the people almost a block ahead of him had done. He hoped they wouldn't hear him over the noise the dead were making, but he kept his gun in his hand just in case. He didn't know what kind of people these were.
How tall do you think Dwarves actually are? Like 5'3, shorter?
Ha, most definitely.
I did not expect such a fitting username, haha.
Colin can pick locks, and he's definitely the type to have been in chains himself once or twice, haha.
Great, all our poor ass characters will be running soon. Well, good thing I gave Abel some comfy boots.
© 2007-2024