Whew, makes me glad I didnt go for my original character concept, a RECOVERING lyrium addict... that would have been awkward.@vFear
Yeah that'd be a great pairing lol
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Yeah that'd be a great pairing lol
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I was kinda hoping that Boss would be in range of Par's megaphone...
Well he literally just met up with Cade and Carson-I think it'd be more likely if his crew Ted or Cat ran into Par, could even have one of them shot or something.
“Not making any promises.” Flint merrily barked back as his hands were moving well ahead of his mouth; his old leather rucksack already swinging from his back as the sound of footsteps drew ever closer. Wasting no time he went about setting a proper fuse up on the delicate explosive that resembled a large clay ball all the while muttering something about “Damn Tarek.”
Just as Flint finished prepping the devastating bomb two more Templars rounded the corner clearly looking for their lost comrade; it was obvious by their exposed faces and the way they held their weapons loosely at their sides that they were not expecting Flint and Erika.
Although only face to face with the two (now shocked) Templars it was obvious that more company was soon on its way-the sound of more footsteps and clamoring armor echoing close behind the two new arrivals.
“Who are-Tarek!” The larger of the two Templars roared as he noticed his recently dispatched companion still bleeding out on the floor, the site of which had caused his face to flush red with anger. Without another question he swung his blade in Flint's direction, the little dwarf literally throwing himself against the cave wall to dodge the incoming atack.
Cradling the unlit explosive in his hand like a newborn baby Flint roared angrily “Watch it, damnit! A little help over here!”
@The Kraken
Just as Flint finished prepping the devastating bomb two more Templars rounded the corner clearly looking for their lost comrade; it was obvious by their exposed faces and the way they held their weapons loosely at their sides that they were not expecting Flint and Erika.
Although only face to face with the two (now shocked) Templars it was obvious that more company was soon on its way-the sound of more footsteps and clamoring armor echoing close behind the two new arrivals.
“Who are-Tarek!” The larger of the two Templars roared as he noticed his recently dispatched companion still bleeding out on the floor, the site of which had caused his face to flush red with anger. Without another question he swung his blade in Flint's direction, the little dwarf literally throwing himself against the cave wall to dodge the incoming atack.
Cradling the unlit explosive in his hand like a newborn baby Flint roared angrily “Watch it, damnit! A little help over here!”
@The Kraken
@vFear
Love the character V, especially the whole lyrium angle. Go ahead and throw em on up in the character section!
Ill be working on a post on and off the next hour or two while I make dinner, should have something up soon.
Love the character V, especially the whole lyrium angle. Go ahead and throw em on up in the character section!
Ill be working on a post on and off the next hour or two while I make dinner, should have something up soon.
Also meant to let everybody know I should have something up later today. Lovein all the posts so far.
Yeah @Pundii what Kraken said, looks great. Feel free to throw him up in the character section.
@Letter Bee
Awesome to know man, normally I gotta get off around 10-11 PM my time because my gf likes (forces) me to go to bed at the same time as her. Bout any other time I'm free to hop on and off though.
Awesome to know man, normally I gotta get off around 10-11 PM my time because my gf likes (forces) me to go to bed at the same time as her. Bout any other time I'm free to hop on and off though.
Calren Agorian sat hunched over a letter he'd been writing from within the confines of the deep mountain tunnels he and his men had called home for the past month and a half. Hailing from the great Tevinter Imperium he would literally have preferred to be anywhere but some cold damp cave in the backwater nation of Ferelden but he was more then wise enough not to question the orders of his superior Magister Gereon Alexius; the very man Calren was currently scrawling a note to.
"To my dear friend Gereon.
You will be pleased to hear that the rumors of red lyrium in this accursed place have actually proven to be true; even better though is the seemingly endless supply of free labor we have been able to acquire from the surrounding villages. It seems the locals lords are far to busy to worry about the fate of some forgotten coast towns-this has also allowed me to make great strides in my expiermentations, the results of which I am sure you will be extremely pleased to see.
Also worth mentioning is the fact that the amulets given to us by our soon to be master have done as promised-none of my six fellow mages have seen any negative side effects despite our prolonged exposure to the red lyrium. This however has not been the case for our volunteer work force, the people of which seem to share a pattern of declining madness quickly followed by uncontrollable violent urges. As it stands now our workforce has been completely depleted save for a handful of men and women who work within my own personal lab, the rest of the lot having been drivein to the point where we can no longer feasibly control them.
This has lead to us locking the scum within the Southern tunnels effectively blocking off any surprise guests for the time being-likewise the front entrance is still heavily fortified by the undead I and Radaborn were able to raise along the way here. The younger mages in our group are actually scared of these beautiful works of the arcane, the fools. Needless to say within the next day we shall be journey out into the surrounding areas to bring back more workers. As usual I shall keep you updated with anything worth mentioning and the shipments for this month look to be right on schedule.
Sincerely your dearest friend,
-Calren"
Looking his handiwork over Calren seemed pleased, the old mage folding the fragile parchment and sealing it with a wax stamp of his personal signature. Standing from his desk, which was crammed alongside his bed in the tiny place he called a room, Calren wasted no time making his way out of his room and into the larger chamber where the rest of his cohorts resided. As he walked he held his robes up slightly with his one free hand to keep them dragging on the dirty ground; his other hand clutching a black menacing looking staff.
Making his way into the largest tunnel by far in their little mining operation Calren was quick to track down a younger mage, his grumpy face scowling at the first passerby who happened to be a poor soul named "Donovan!" Calren snarled, hobbling his way over to the recently startled young mage. Apparantly Donovan had chosen the worst spot to read his book that night "Its about time you make yourself useful to the cause, here." He hastily shoved the recently written letter into Donovans hand. "Ride this to our men in Redcliff-and I'll know if you dally, clear?"
"B-But...will I have to walk past those...things out front? The young mage stuttered as he did his best to meet the razor sharp eyes of Calren.
"Not at all boy, by all means take your chances with the lunatics in the back passages-you know, the ones my magic doesn't control. Stupid fool." Without waiting for a response Calren turned on his heel, no doubt off to perform some twisted experiment in his laboratory.
Knowing just how unwise it was to upset Calren Donovan set out immediately. He made it just out of site from the caves before a arrow tore threw his throat. Perplexed at the newfound sensation Donovan stared down at the vast amount of blood now rushing from his neck, however before he could even properly respond another arrow found its mark square in his chest dropping the young Tivinter noble. He was dead before he hit the ground, never having seen the bandit that killed him.
@Saarebas@Major Ursa
"To my dear friend Gereon.
You will be pleased to hear that the rumors of red lyrium in this accursed place have actually proven to be true; even better though is the seemingly endless supply of free labor we have been able to acquire from the surrounding villages. It seems the locals lords are far to busy to worry about the fate of some forgotten coast towns-this has also allowed me to make great strides in my expiermentations, the results of which I am sure you will be extremely pleased to see.
Also worth mentioning is the fact that the amulets given to us by our soon to be master have done as promised-none of my six fellow mages have seen any negative side effects despite our prolonged exposure to the red lyrium. This however has not been the case for our volunteer work force, the people of which seem to share a pattern of declining madness quickly followed by uncontrollable violent urges. As it stands now our workforce has been completely depleted save for a handful of men and women who work within my own personal lab, the rest of the lot having been drivein to the point where we can no longer feasibly control them.
This has lead to us locking the scum within the Southern tunnels effectively blocking off any surprise guests for the time being-likewise the front entrance is still heavily fortified by the undead I and Radaborn were able to raise along the way here. The younger mages in our group are actually scared of these beautiful works of the arcane, the fools. Needless to say within the next day we shall be journey out into the surrounding areas to bring back more workers. As usual I shall keep you updated with anything worth mentioning and the shipments for this month look to be right on schedule.
Sincerely your dearest friend,
-Calren"
Looking his handiwork over Calren seemed pleased, the old mage folding the fragile parchment and sealing it with a wax stamp of his personal signature. Standing from his desk, which was crammed alongside his bed in the tiny place he called a room, Calren wasted no time making his way out of his room and into the larger chamber where the rest of his cohorts resided. As he walked he held his robes up slightly with his one free hand to keep them dragging on the dirty ground; his other hand clutching a black menacing looking staff.
Making his way into the largest tunnel by far in their little mining operation Calren was quick to track down a younger mage, his grumpy face scowling at the first passerby who happened to be a poor soul named "Donovan!" Calren snarled, hobbling his way over to the recently startled young mage. Apparantly Donovan had chosen the worst spot to read his book that night "Its about time you make yourself useful to the cause, here." He hastily shoved the recently written letter into Donovans hand. "Ride this to our men in Redcliff-and I'll know if you dally, clear?"
"B-But...will I have to walk past those...things out front? The young mage stuttered as he did his best to meet the razor sharp eyes of Calren.
"Not at all boy, by all means take your chances with the lunatics in the back passages-you know, the ones my magic doesn't control. Stupid fool." Without waiting for a response Calren turned on his heel, no doubt off to perform some twisted experiment in his laboratory.
Knowing just how unwise it was to upset Calren Donovan set out immediately. He made it just out of site from the caves before a arrow tore threw his throat. Perplexed at the newfound sensation Donovan stared down at the vast amount of blood now rushing from his neck, however before he could even properly respond another arrow found its mark square in his chest dropping the young Tivinter noble. He was dead before he hit the ground, never having seen the bandit that killed him.
@Saarebas@Major Ursa
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