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Tae'ren Fen'an

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A journey of death, that was the rough translation of those words. Tae'ren couldn't help but feel they applied here rather snugly. Unfammiliar with the deep roads, he wasn't exactly upset by the premise of going there. Rather, he was more upset by the idea of walking blind into a series of tunnels and caves that have all but belonged to the dark spawn for gods only know how long... searching for an archdemon... no that was just far too little information for far too large a task.

What he couldn't argue with however, was the result of the speech itself, certainly at least some people among the wardens knew how to win hearts and minds. Tae'ren moved slowly, ambling in the direction of the food. He caught wind of a mention of the pathfinding team, and he soon found himself standing with a leg bone of meat he couldn't immediately identify. That wasn't the point though, it was good and watching the other members of what he assumed to be the team he would be working with was nice, the Mabari in particular interested him. Few and far between were the moments where a Dalish could safely approach and interact with a Mabari... they were certainly bigger in person.

Taking their moment of gathering as his attempt to approach, he thought it best to arrive alongside others. Besides, it gave him the chance to ask questions. "Andaran atish’an..... Sulevin, they were made with purpose were they not? The Mabari I mean." Tae'ren kept a respectable distance, but followed the others nonetheless. "I will be honest, I supposed many of the stories I had heard were little more than that... but truly now that I see one for myself without it wanting my throat... they do have a certain regal air to them do they not? Truly warriors of their own sort." He looked at the Mabari as he said this, as if speaking to it like an equal. "Though I dare not attempt your shape friend, lest I make a poor example of your lot with my façade. No, the direwolf suits me as I am, I think."

As if to make his point, the air blurred around him and before one might even blink, the massive form of a Direwolf replaced the short elf. Would it be shocking to some? Perhaps, but those who recruited him were well aware of his abilities and even sought his teaching some of their other mages. If any higher ups had issues with his wandering in a shape, then he didn't really know why they wanted him here. He padded along behind the group, careful to keep a neutral pace to make it clear he wasn't some feral beast... though perhaps the now clean leg bone from the food earlier that was now set in his jaws countered that attempt somewhat.
Tae'ren Fen'an


Weisshaupt Fortress and those who inhabited it were more than a mystery to Tae'ren. Many conflicting backgrounds and ideals all coming together via a common enemy... he had to admit, if Shemlen were good at anything it was making everyone get along by being angry at the same thing. He perched on a roof at the edge of the courtyard, his avian shape giving him the privacy he found he suddenly lacked since joining the Grey Wardens. At the edge of his vision he spotted the other warden, a Shem mage barely older than Tae'ren himself who had seemed to make it his goal to annoy Tae'ren into teaching him shapeshifting. Despite having agreed to attempt to teach other warden mages his talent, eagerness did not always translate into the capability to learn... and the fact the potential student seemed to know less about animals than a city elf certainly didn't help.

He watched the undaunted Shem amble about the courtyard a moment, making suspicious eyes at every stray bird or scrambling rodent that happened to be within view. As he vanished beyond sight Tae'ren took flight, gliding down into the courtyard and landing at it's edge, his form blurring as the fade wrapped him in it's embrace, blurring and shifting his form, returning him to normal with no sign of his former shape save the slowly drifting feather that he quickly snatched from the air and slid between a gap in the strips of his leather armor.

Tae'ren didn't like the assigned warden armor, and regardless of who came to him he wouldn't wear it, but he made his own additions to his normal attire to satiate most who might complain. The Warden sigil had been marked with a hot iron onto a bare section of leather just above his heart, extremely noticeable as that was one of the only remaining sections where deep grey fur was still visible from beneath overlapping cross sections of thicker leather.

As a shapeshifter, many things tended to drift his way, and knowledge tended to be a bit easier to come by than one might expect. While Shemlen politics didn't really interest him, it was fairly amusing to hear the trouble caused by The Grey Warden's presence here, and what that might imply, and later cause. Perhaps the Shemlen would kill themselves out faster than anticipated, then again if that happened before the Darkspawn issue were fixed it might actually prove troublesome... no, better that he let the Shemlen do that other thing they were somehow good at, and unite Thedas against a common enemy... at least before they go to war with themselves again.




@Apollosarcher

Should be it hopefully
Have you ever stopped to think about Minecraft now? I mean REALLY thought. Here is this world we get dropped into, as a stranger to us as we are to it. A world that at first glance seems untouched by civilization. But the more you explore, the more you search, the more you dig... the more you realize you arent the first here, nor the only one capable of surviving.

Long abandoned mineshafts, temples to unknown deities, half buried pyramids housing the remains and treasures of long forgotten rulers. Portals to a hellish dimention with the ruined remains of long since perished builders of it's own. Dig deeper still, until the darkness is no longer content to simply gaze back and almost feels as if it could swallow you whole... the ruins of underground bunkers leading to the space between worlds, mind bogglingly massive underground cities coated in an infection that stands a silent vigil to some of the only remaining evidence of not just what came before, but before even that.

Here you stand, not in the ruins of an apocalypse, not the regrowing post apocalypse, but the FAR long since healed remains of one. The world has long forgotten and swallows up the remains, leaving behind only monsters, animals, the industrious survivors and those who would prey upon them... all having long since forgotten what their ancestor's ancestors experienced, content to raid, or to be protected by ancient golems LONG since past their capacity for recreation.

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This is intended for three or four people at most with me as a sort of DM. It will include light numbers to help solidify certain story aspects about characters but will by no means be the focus.

This will not be a minecraft server, and the world and it's inhabitants are not blocky (worry not however, your favorite cubes will make an appearance in a few ways.)

Think of this as a HEAVILY themed DnD campaign of sorts. I will take liberties with certain themes and lean slightly heavier into certain fantasy elements, but I hope to retain the same feeling minecraft held for us when we first played, and that love and awe I recently rediscovered with my overthinking of the funny block game.
Eva left the brainwork to the people who didn't have an urge to open fire on the aliens the moment they made any sudden movements. Instead, she kept herself busy with the more menial tasks around the ship, moving goods, using her bots and EVA Javelin for their intended purposes to scout the immediate area nearby. Yes, Eva liked to keep herself busy, and if not busy, then sleeping.

Now however, was not a time she was doing either. She sat cross legged on the floor, tools scattered around her as the dog shaped ERU watched closely from it's position under her watchful eye. Nothing particularly dangerous had happened, yet regular maintenance was important, especially now of all times. A soft buzz in the back of her mind, her name repeated at least once. She stood slowly after finishing with the ERU, watching it test it's front legs timidly before rising back to all fours and falling in line behind her.

Eva stood at a distance from the barricade, watching humans and locals mingle from a distance for a moment before finally deciding to move back to her corner of the bay, slip inside her Javelin and move closer with her doglike bot in tow, just in case.

She was, as always, tapped into comms she likely shouldn't have been, and as always, was willing to butt in. "I second Itxaro, no matter how advanced we are in comparison to them we have no method of escape, no way of telling how numerous their groups truly are, and limited supplies. Even if we were here to fight them, we aren't in any position to do so. Trust me, I get it, but an itchy trigger finger will only get everyone here killed, and the locals here have the edge in both supplies and numbers especially in the long run. Keep our offensive tools close to our chest, and try not to waste the whole surprise on looking big and scary when we don't need to."

Eva stopped shy of the barrier, knowing she would draw attention. Moving slowly past the barrier she bowed deeply to the group of locals before rising to the suit's full height again. "Itxaro, you got anything off the top of your head for me other than standing around and looking big?"
also @Such A Birch sorry for any trouble or stepping of toes! I really didn't see your thing at first. Honestly still kind of worried personally about mine being too similar in terms of background or personality.
There we go, changed/expanded a bit on her background @Zapdos hope that answers your question as well lol

@Zapdos Of course! I guess I missed theirs somehow! I'll continue working on mine lol.

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