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Post by Deaths on Feb 4, 2017 20:49:56 GMT
It is year twenty eight of the Dragon age, Ferelden is in a time of relative peace. Now normally that would be a good thing for most people, but you aren't most people. You're a mercenary now your reasons for you occupation are your own, but peace means less work. Karla's Misfits were a respected mercenary company for their size, they took almost every job sent their way and usually succeed. Though recently they have fallen on tough times, jobs were drying up, and confidence was low. With the coffers getting smaller and smaller it became more difficult to pay for their supplies, and the bribes necessary to keep the Chantry away from their mages.
Things couldn't have gotten worse you thought, until a mission from a Bann of the hinterlands went tragic. Karla the heart and soul of the Misfits, the high spirited never say die Elf with golden hair, was cut down by a crazed Avvar. Its been a week since her funeral, and Tristan her second in command hasn't stepped out of his room at the head quarters in Denerim since. There's talk that he is cracking under the pressure and that it maybe for the best to cut ties and join up with another group. Yesterday a letter was sent to all of you, from Tristan himself asking you all to return to the base today. It seems he has found work, that will save the Misfits at least for now.
It is a rainy day in Denerim the wind rages and lighting streaks across the sky with thunder accompanying them throughout the sky. It is half past noon and the base is empty save for Tristan still in his room. A bleak expression falls on his face as he stares out the window at the rain. He's dressed in his best, a suit made of Highever weave. Karla's words fill his head. "Always dress your best when you're about to give bad news. It will soften the blow a bit." She was a smart woman, a good leader, hopefully her lessons stuck. Tristan hears the front door open with a sigh he gathers whatever courage he can, and heads to bedroom door. Opening it he announces to whoever entered. "Thank you for coming even though the weather like everything else lately is against us." He makes no attempt to hide his mood and sits at Karla's spot at the head of the table.
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Post by Raz on Feb 4, 2017 22:13:29 GMT
Howling winds, lightning striking every few seconds, and rain coming down like some heavenly floodgates had been opened, just another day in paradise. Clara de Talmar marched through the downpour. Her metal boots sink into the mud with a squelch as she kept moving forward. The rain was dripping through her eye slits but at least she wasn't getting soaked to the bone like some of the pour bastards on the street. She was certainly glad that she opted to wear her armour to the meeting instead of bagging it up and carrying it. Though, she did hasten her steps when she thought about how she was wearing full plate in a thunderstorm. Vendors who thought they could get some business done today scrambled to cover up their goods before they were ruined. One such vendor was rushing past with a pristine silken rug from Orlais as she walked by his stall. Past the stall was the Misfits Refuge, an old wooden building set against an armour smith's forge. The red glow of the forge and the sounds of hammer on metal were strong reminders of her childhood back in Highever and old master Rogan.
Once she reached the door, she opted to let herself in instead of knocking. Inside was a warm stone hearth with a small fire inside. She had just removed her helm when she heard a boy's voice from the top of the stairs. She dips her head in acknowledgement. "Aye, that it has." She was told that the one she was travelling with was young, she didn't think he was going to be a child. Barely looked old enough to get chin hairs. As he got closer and sat at the table in the centre of the room, she noticed his clothing looked familiar. She herself was never interested in fashion but she could tell that the weave was done in a Highever style. She held her helm under her arm. "Knight Captain Clara de Talmar of Highever, at your service."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 5, 2017 1:42:25 GMT
Bherick Golac sat in his rocking chair bouncing his three year old son, Dwon, on his knee as he stared out the window at the pouring rain. His wife Mirta came out of the kitchen having just finished washing up after lunch. They'd got the house five years ago from another dwarf who'd moved to the Free Marches so luckily for them everything was appropriately sized although the doorways and ceiling were still tall enough to accommodate humans. "How's the Tristan lad doing?" Asked Mirta taking a seat opposite Bherick with a quick smile at Dwon who giggled happily. "Not too well he's been taking Karla's death even harder then the rest." Bherick said sadly he missed Karla even in these tough times Karla had always been quick to laugh and full of life she'd taken him on when he was still an ex-Carta member adjusting to the world of sunlight and blue sky without her he would never have met Mirta and so would never have had Dwon. "Well no offence to the lad but he'd better perk up soon crying in his room isn't going to bring her back it's best to move on." Bherick nodded what she really meant was they needed a job the company had been on hard times recently hiding their mages was becoming more expensive, jobs weren't as frequent as they used to be and if Bherick didn't get payed soon he was going to need to dip into his emergency savings to keep the family fed. "I'll just head on over now and see how he's doing." Said Bherick standing up, giving Dwon over to Mirta with a quick kiss and pulling his hood up against the rain before running through the rain to the headquaters.
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Post by Envy on Feb 5, 2017 3:57:00 GMT
Taethron and Teal walk out of the alienage he'd had been making a few silver coins from doing odd jobs and favors around the alienage. Walking towards the market he picks up a small bundle of herbs that burns for the night to sleep calmly the death of Karla was hard for him. She was the first person who had talked to him even after the whole being hang and stuff. She had treated Taethron as a regular person and most of all she was a friend and the first person he had swear his loyalty to. But now Drake he's still a lad but he does have the makings of being a great leader he had made a promise to himself to not abandon the Misfits till they were nothing but a silenced echo in a tavern. Enough of these thoughts Taethron thinks to himself Teal looks up at him his face as dopey as ever he begins to run off towards the Misfits’ HQ.
Walking towards the door his hand begins to open the door but he suddenly stops. He begins to struggle with opening the door why must he be human feelings are hurtful things with Karla dying why must I even feel if my friend is dead he wonders. Teal looks at Taethron and nuzzles up against Taethron he looks down at the black mabari he starts to steel his nerves he did make a promise to help Drake run the Misfits. The only way the Misfits can survive is money and blood those two things alone will restore us back to our golden days. Rain pouring down and soaking Taethron’s robes with water he grips the doorknob tightly he twisted the knob to the left and opens the door.
He hears Dakre talking and a woman “I swear before to Karla I'm swear to the Misfits Drake. As for that I thank you for having back here well since the incident happened.” Says Taethron as he pulls down his hood. Teal sits next to him he looks over the woman in the room judging over the armour she seems like a “righteous” the great and I don't even know them.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 5, 2017 6:50:59 GMT
Yonet leans back on her bar stool in her favourite tavern and brothel the Pearl she'd spent most of the last week getting royally drunk, fighting and fucking some would probably consider it disrespectful so soon after Karla's death but to Yonet it was the best way she knew how to celebrate her life. Karla's misfit were aptly named, wasn't a normal person among them from the creepy Taethron to the naive Krilla but Yonet stood out even more then most Tal-Vashoth weren't common in the south especially not females for some reason and add to that the fact she was a mage well not many people would be willing to take a chance on her but Karla had and Yonet would never forget it. Now that little boy Tristan would be running things she thought idly as she drained the last of her mug and that was almost certainly a recipe for disaster.
A hand softly stroked her broken horn and scar causing her to smile. "Afraid I'm out of coin Sitren so unless you're willing to give me a freebie I'll have to pass." Sitren took the stool next to her pouting "Do I need a monetary motive to talk to an old friend?" Yonet chuckled she'd originally met met Sitren as a customer but after some comfortable pillow talk they'd become close friends, not that it got her a discount. "No but you only fondle my horn like that when you want something although I suppose I should be flattered most of the men here have to pay before you'll even touch their 'horn'." She said with a wink. "I'm worried about you Yon I've never seen you on a bender like this you've been here so long some of our patrons have been asking whether you're available to take upstairs. Turns out a lot of them are interested in bedding an ox-lady." That one made Yonet burst out laughing. "While I'm flattered they would probably be a lot less keen after I was done with them." Sitren smiled and lent forward causing her raven hair to fall around her shoulders and her low cut dress to show off her 'assets'. "Go back to the Misfits and find out what's going on. For me?" She made puppy dog eyes. "Oh fine you're more persistent then a horny templar!" Yonet stood up only wobbling slightly waved goodbye to Sitren and the barkeep before headin back to the headquaters.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 5, 2017 9:29:47 GMT
Iris is sat in a library. She began with reading appropriate books to do with potion craft and herbal medicine but as the hours and reading went on, she finds a book about the story of Aveline the Knight, a story book with zero usefulness. She has to be honest to herself, the reading is a distraction from the reality she's had to face over the last few days. Karla is dead. Iris has been hit incredibly hard by this news. Karla was always an idol for her, she never judged her from the magic, never judged her from the barbed attitude. Karla treated Iris as a normal human being, something she hadn't felt like since... Ever... Magic never mattered to her, all that mattered was Iris' wellbeing. She felt a love and respect for this woman, like a mother figure.
Now she's gone and Tristan has taken her place as leader. Iris is not ashamed that she has been giving him a very hard time. Sarcastic responses, questioning his orders and just plain being difficult whenever he tried to address people in the past as Second in Command, this attitude has only grown worse since Karla's passing. Part of it is the pain she's feeling, the rest is because she knows he isn't cut out for this role. He's cracking already and he never could deal with how much she pushed him at times, so how would he order everybody around?
She had already read the letter and done her best to ignore it for as long as possible, but she has to go back. Being one half of the magical healers of the company, she's pretty much needed by her friends there. She a resigned sigh, she closes the storybook and returns it to the shelf. She left her staff at the headquarters and wearing comfortable commoner clothes, not wanting to draw attention while being outside. People are unpredictable when met with something they fear. She leaves the library and heads over to the building she calls home.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 5, 2017 12:59:57 GMT
Lauren was on the training field, at least what was called as such, the storm was pretty harsh and the ground all muddy she is alone right now, under one shelter, examinating her equipment condition even if it wasn't used since Karla's death. She died in battle and Lauren wasn't there to protect her chief, talk about being the group protector... She ran her finger along the marks on her shield, she could recall most of them in an instant, every scratch and dents, even... No, now is not the time to mourn, the company's morale was already low and she had to do something about it, she compose herself before strapping her gauntlets and shield on her back, she was supposed to get in the building for a new mission, at least that's what tristan said but he didn't get out of his room since their return so how did he get a new job ? Anyway, some members are not there, she was sure of it, like Iris or Yonet, the Qunari was either drinking her worth or alcohol or with some company, maybe both and will likely get there any minute, at least that's what Lauren hoped for. And as for Iris... The fact that Lauren is a templar, well she is not a real templar anymore but it don't matter that much to the mage; things are complicated btween these two. Letting out a sigh the shield warrior stop herself in front of the door and wait for the first one to come, she don't really want to go in alone, she hopes someone will come by quickly.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 13:34:24 GMT
Clara cut her eyes to the door when she heard it creak open. In walked quite the oddity, a half breed and a Mabari. The former had the silver hair and fine features that marked him as an elf. The mark around his neck made it quite clear that he had some trouble with the law recently. She had been told to watch this one when she was assigned to this post. Her superiors were quite clear on the importance of making sure that this one never sight. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as he looked upon her with contempt. While the elf was likely to be an annoyance, she was rather happy to see the mabari. A strong and loyal breed. The Cousland's youngest child had one if she remembered correctly, now that was a good dog. Looking back to the handling she spoke up,"So you must be Taethron. You may call me Captain Talmar, I'll be accompanying you on your next contract."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 5, 2017 14:38:32 GMT
Iris arrives at the company. She enters the room without knocking, still wearing her civilian clothes. Upon entry, she sees Taethron, Tristan and an unknown woman who must be a knight captain by her armour, a Templar. She finds herself sneering a little upon looking at her before turning to the others. "Tristan. What is the meaning of this?" She speaks with disdain towards him, as is her usual tone to him. It's gonna take a long time for him to earn the respect, even if he attempts to. She keeps a close eye on the Templar in the room too, telekinesis at the ready should the time call for it.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 15:00:53 GMT
Clara raised a brow as she glanced from the newcomer to Tristan. She could tell this was going to be a rough time for the boy. This woman was going to be a thorn in the boys side and likely in hers too. He'll need to grow a spine and put his subordinates in their place else he's gonna be overruled constantly. Had she been a templar her captain would've seen that pretty face of hers get rearranged. She noticed the sneer that was being shot her way and couldn't help but want to remove this woman's head from her shoulders. She looked over to Tristan and offered him a sympathetic smile. "Master Tristan, I take it this is one of yours. I had heard you had a dog on your team." She says gesturing to Teal. "I didn't know you had two." She says turning her gaze to rest on the woman she assumed was Iris. She was wearing a smirk and look that said, "Start a fight with me, I dare you."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 5, 2017 15:14:24 GMT
"Lord Tristan Drake." He introduces himself back to the Knight Captain. "Third son of Bann Drake of the Storm Coast. If you're one for titles, personally I'm not so Tristan is fine." He does a perfect impression of his father at court, his words clear and cut, not a breathe betrays his emotion. "Truth be told I was hoping my team would be here first,I wished to break the news to them myself." He motions for Clara to take a seat, as he continues his speech. "I have some in my company that will disagree with you being here. I have some that will not feel safe with you here." He folds his hands on the table and looks at Clara in a bored expression. "They come before the mission in my eyes, I will not allow any unnecessary harm to come to them." His words while not an actual threat, were clear father would be proud at his double speak.
Looking at the opened Taethron let himself in. "Please take a seat Taethron." Tristan states in a calm manner. "It is true the Captain will be accompanying us on our new contract, to the Brecilian Forest." Taethron was a good man loyal to the company, and to Karla Tristan hoped he could prove worthy of that loyalty. At times it feels like Taethron was the only one that accepted his leadership. The others would be tested he had to accept a job with a Templar to baby sit them, Iris, and Yonet were going to let him have it, but being a leader wasn't about being loved.
Iris comes bursting in not a moment or two later, Tristan ignores her comment as he spies Lauren hiding in the doorway. "Lauren please come in you'll catch a cold out there like that." He looks Iris in the eyes and offers her a chair. "If anyone else is hiding out there, please come in I don't want to give this speech every time somebody new enters." He says relaxed on the inside he sighs, but he keeps his voice steady and monotone as to not betray his true feelings. Clara throws a few insults towards Iris, causing Tristan to slam a fist on the table. "Knight Captain you will not disrespect my men, especially in our home. I have no problems walking away from this mission, I will not tolerate any outburst from you or my team." He doesn't yell or shout, he keeps everything level headed. Standing from his chair he meets Clara's gaze with one of his own, daring her to continue provoking Iris. "I think now is a good time for you to leave. The Misfit's have a lot to discuss, and I feel your presences will make it harder." He walks to the door holding it open so the Captain will take the hint. "We will be leaving at first light tomorrow meet us by the city gates."
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 15:36:49 GMT
Oh now this was just precious. The boy thinks that he'll be telling her what to do. Instead of leaving she continues to remain where she's been standing. "No, I don't think I will. The fact that I'm here right now means that you can't walk away from this contract. If you did, well, times could be much worse than they are." She says knowing full well that this mercenary company needs this job. If they back out now her order could quite easily make his life much worse than it already is. There are plenty of other mercenary groups out there who would let a templar oversee the mission. " I think I'll stay and sit in on this meeting of yours. If it makes you feel any better, I won't provoke your party anymore." The boy could play the leader if he'd like, doesn't mean that he is her leader. He can try to exert his will over his people, not her.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 5, 2017 15:49:12 GMT
"Allow her." Iris said after she holds her anger in from that comment. Who does this Templar think she is? Barging into their home and expecting to just be given respect for her title? No, Templars deserve no respect from her. Zealots who would rather execute innocent mages because of fear. Disgusting. "Knight-Captains are arrogant blind fools who see nothing but what they're told to see. I did not expect her to show any respect to us, but I will happily take the gold she offers for this job, whatever it is." She locks eyes with the woman, making it known that underneath the young and frail figure is power dangerous beyond her imagination.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 16:22:06 GMT
"Now I wonder where this anger comes from. Most common folk are rather respectful to those who protect them from abominations. Is there something that I don't know here Ms. Iris?" Only mages spoke so openly about their support of the abominations. She knew this group was harbouring apostates but her superiors told her that she was to leave them be until after the mission was completed. "But since you've pointed out how you'll take my orders gold, I don't see a problem here. You just do your job and we'll get along swimmingly." She refuses to sit and instead decides to lean against the wall. If things do get ugly, she wants to be able to move. The lyrium in her system should be enough to keep her safe from the first opening salvos of magic.
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Post by Envy on Feb 5, 2017 18:45:19 GMT
The sound of Taethron's staff echo loudly through the dining hall he looks at Iris daggers in his eye then looks towards Clara the same way. "Now we'll the both of you sit down at this moment for we both have matters to discuss I am right Iris and Ms.Clara?" Sitting down now that Taethron is done with both those two bawlings Taethron turns his head towards Darke "So do you want to wait for Yonet knowing her she still down at her favorite place. And hopefully Bherick is making his way over towards us as we speak." Hearing Darke it seems like his favorite templar is here Lauren for being a ex-templar she had a certain air around that Taethron liked about her. He decided to address since this Knight-captain is since she is an run away and I am the others are apostates. Ms.Clara may have a hidden agenda to be helping us out on this contract no one in the world would help a slowly dying mercenary group like ourselves. But till then I will give her time then I will action accordingly to her whatever she is planning. Teal sits next to Darke he always like sitting next to Karla but since he hasn't seen her for awhile he'll continue to sit here even if she is gone.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 5, 2017 18:50:42 GMT
Iris doesn't bother to answer the Templar. They can't be swayed from their self-righteousness. Plus, she doesn't want to give away more than she already has... She takes a seat silently and waits for the others to arrive.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 5, 2017 18:59:34 GMT
Iris is a bad mood again, she avoided Lauren as she came in, no point staying outside then... As she step in Lauren see Tristan and Iris of course, Taethon and sweet Teal are here too, and... Who's that woman ? Lauren hides herself as best as she can when she realises that the Knight Captain Clara is here, is she the reason Tristan asked the band to gater today ? It's not good at all, of all people she was afraid to see it has to be the Knight Captain. "Alright Lauren, she don't know who you are, she can't be suspicious about you, you are just one plain mercenar to her eyes... just be yourself don't do..." "Lauren please come in you'll catch a cold out there like that." Oh wait, tristan saw her standing around like an idiot, well here goes nothing... She drops her shield against the wall before speaking up. "Hello tristan, hi everybody; Knight Captain..." she sits far away as possible from Clara and beckon to Teal to come to her, she better have to pet him as much as possible to divert her attention from the templar otherwise she will just die from thestress.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 19:03:37 GMT
"I'll remain standing if it's all the same to you, Mr. Taethron." She says to the silver haired man. His staff was an unfortunate sign of his connection to the fade. But he hasn't been openly hostile nor did he seem the one to be easily set off. Until this changes she will offer him the same respect he gives her. "Not to be impolite you understand, just a matter of sitting down being awkward with my equipment. Since you mentioned that your other ally will be late, I have a question for you. Where did you find your mabari? Most people I've seen from outside of Fereldan don't care for our dogs. My cousin owned one as well."
As she was speaking to Taethron a young woman walked in in the oddest of fashion. Her nervousness was clearly visible as well as an intense look of fear. Each time Clara tried to catch her eye she looked away. She squinted at the girl before she began to chuckle. "Well, Lauren was it? I can tell you're not very fond of me. I may have an idea as to why, but do not be alarmed. As long as the mission is completed and I survive through this endeavour no harm will come to you. As a matter of fact," She takes a look around the room. "I've been given permission to offer amnesty to any potential mages that I work with on this task should they prove trustworthy."
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Post by Hunter on Feb 5, 2017 19:46:23 GMT
A-ah no ! I-I'm not a mage Knight Captain, I mean I live with mages and all but I'm just a fighter, using my shield is the only thing i'm good at..." Poor Lauren was stammering like crazy, she returned her attention to Teal, if the missing people are not coming fast the poor dog will die under her petting.
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Post by Envy on Feb 5, 2017 20:01:34 GMT
"Yes as you can see I am of not Ferelden descend but that doesn't mean I dislike marbri. As for how I met Teal here I was out traveling with a caravan they were transporting Teal here in a cage to sale him to someone. Little did we know that there was a bandit ambush a little ways away from the caravan to make the stroy short the bandit attacked the caravan people died. I and Teal survived the ambush and since he had no way to go I've taken care of this dopey beast of mine." Says Taethron this wasn't the real story of how he and Teal had gotten to be companions. But for her this story is the one she'll get from him the real story has so of Taethron's personal history in the mix so he'd rather not tell her about himself if she is planning to pull a trick on the group. Teal gets up from his spot and begains to walk towards Lauren he can sense her nervousness he looks up her begging for her to pet him.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 20:26:25 GMT
She nodded solemnly at the recounting of his tale. "Sorry that happened to you then. Was in a bandit ambush myself a year or so back. I was taking some initiates down south towards this little town of Lothering when we were attacked. Bastards had a mage with them who managed to get a shot in before I knew they were there. Luckily my lads and I managed to chase them off. Have you noticed how every single one of those bandit groups has a mage hanging about them?" She shakes her head and sighs. "I swear half the time the circles are used as a way to simply stop mages from becoming bandits. If you lot used your powers in crafts instead of banditry and blood magic you'd probably be better regarded." She said jokingly, no real venom in her voice.
The Knight Captain had to use all of her willpower to keep herself from laughing outright at the young mage. If all mages were as easy to spot as she was then the magic problem would've been solved eons ago. But she didn't wish to make the girl too uncomfortable so instead she said, "Ah I was just joking with you. You seem like quite the warrior. That's a fine shield you have there, did you get it here in town?" She takes a few steps over to the shield she had placed against the wall. "May I take a look at it?" She says looking over at Lauren
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Post by Hunter on Feb 5, 2017 21:11:28 GMT
Now the Knight Captain was asking Lauren about her shield, at least the girl will not stammers too much now that she was asked about her shield. " Well... Sure, do as you wish." The templar turned her attention to it. "I got it from a blacksmith in Redcliffe, the man forged it for somebody but he never came back for it so I bought it from him with a little discount." Clara was looking to the battle marks on it. "It may look silly for someone like me to use a shield that big as most people say but it get the job done, that's what matters." She was feeling better already now even if it was about a shield.
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Post by Raz on Feb 5, 2017 21:49:47 GMT
"Nonsense. Nothing silly about using the equipment that suits you. There was an older templar back when I was in training,went by Gareth, he was this great beast of a man but used these almost comically small knives. He used them to bring down near on a dozen bandits with them. Here's this big ham fisted guy with butter knives versus an entire group of hardened killers." She said with a laugh and shook her head. "Now if you want to see some real odd ball fighters, find yourself a warden. They fight in styles I've never even heard of before." She lifts up the shield to test its weight. It's got some weight to it but still light enough to use effectively by someone like Lauren. "This is an excellent shield,Lauren. You said you picked it up in Redcliffe? Might need to put an order for some of these. We train our initiates with them. They're great for getting a group of recruits to learn how to fight as unit." She sets it back down after finishing her inspection. "The grip is a little loose though, happens when you use it for awhile. I could tighten it up after this if you'd like."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 5, 2017 23:41:28 GMT
Bherick entered the HQ cautiously his hand fingering the daggers on his back. He'd heard an unfamiliar voice and what sounded like an argument and was worried there might be trouble brewing, when he entered he found two of the company mages, Tristain, Lauren and BY THE STONE A RUDDY TEMPLAR! Oh this was bad this was very bad what was the lad thinking?! He coughed "Good to see ya boss." He said with a respectful nod to Tristain "You have bacon breakfast?" This was Bherick's special safety phrase all the members of the Misfits knew that if that if their was an enemy present they should respond with "No I had the porridge." But if it was all clear they should say "Yes but it was too salty."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 6, 2017 0:15:16 GMT
Iris remains seated in the corner with a book she had brought from the library. She's read it ten times over and could recite every sentence without error. She's merely reading it to hide her Fear. Her time at the Circle was a harsh one. First Enchanter Irving and Senior Mage Wynne were supportive of her studies and rightly so, she did everything to control her magic and succeeded with flying colours. She was softer then, almost shy... Well, until a certain Templar targeted her. Templar Eric
He was cruel, made everything difficult for her. Every misfire of a spell or a chant said wrong, just ammunition for him. Eric would accuse her of instability, that she was losing control. Whenever she answered to defend herself, it was met with brutal punishment. She even started to believe it herself that she was unstable... Her shyness grew thorns, soft spoken voice becoming hardened. She became bitter at the Circle. Why weren't her superior mages standing up for her? Are they afraid of the Templars? Are they looking the other way because they believed Eric over Iris? One moment took it's toll however...
She was planning her escape. She couldn't take the torture any longer and stole her phylactery and found a secret passage to escape through... But Eric stalked her, as he usually does... She barely had time to resist and couldn't put up a fight, to her knowledge Eric would just take her to his superiors to deal the punishment... He had other ideas. He beated her, held her by the hair and brought his sword close to her throat, promising to cut her head off very, very slowly... It was enough.
She lashed out, a mind blasts without her calling burst him away from her... She must have been blinded at this point, because the next thing she knew was Edric's corpse crushed under the weight of a telekinetic force... It was horrifying, she never harmed anybody, let alone took a life. She had no time to break down, a dead Templar and her phylactery in her hands. She would be executed on sight. She destroyed it and fled the Tower, never returning... Few days later, Karla found her..
Iris shakes away the terrible memories. They only get her upset, emotions are a weakness as she had learnt. Only a few know her past, two of them being Bhelic and Karla. The former finding out when emotions got the better of her and was in a dark place. She has respect for the old dwarf, seeing him as a parental figure and met his family once. So when she sees him come into the room, she looks up from the book and closes it, giving him a small nod.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 6, 2017 1:07:10 GMT
Yonet casually strolled into the headquarters ignoring the tense atmosphere and taking a seat at the table. She let her a eye roam up and down the stranger in templar armour admiring her features. "Well now I don't think we've ever had such an attractive client I'm sure we'll get to know each other real well." She nodded to the stuck up mage in the corner "Still as much of a book-worm as ever Iris." To Bherick: "How you doing old dog?Your brat keeping you awake?" Finally to Tristain: "So we getting paid?"
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Post by Raz on Feb 6, 2017 1:20:17 GMT
As she was speaking with Lauren in walks this enormous beast. Grey skin with what looks like horns sprouting from her head. Her muscles were enormous, didn't look like an ounce of fat existed in that muscled form. She had heard of these things before, a Qunari. Beast people from the north, fighting against the Tevinter Imperium. She had heard of the males before, but this was no male. Apparently this was the rare female Qunari and was currently checking her out. The sight of her powerful form brought a grin to her face. "Now this is what I'm talking about. Bet you could pull a man in chainmail apart with that strength of yours. As for how well we get to know each other, get this job done and we can talk."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 6, 2017 5:20:37 GMT
Tristan balls a fist, at the treatment he receives first from Iris, and now Clara. Iris was always rough on him, he never knew exactly why. Karla had a few reasons why, mostly they were jokes about she secretly like him, or how she was envious that he got to spend more time with Karla. She hasn't been making things easy on him, and he knew she was going to let him have it for working with a Templar. With an anger burning inside, and a calm demeanor on the outside he casually walks to where they keep the alcohol. He opens his bottle of Antivan brandy, and pours himself half a glass.
Thankfully Bherick enters at least someone who wasn't against him. His wife was always so kind to all the misfits. "Aye, I had the bacon it was too salty though." He pauses and takes a sip of his drink as he walks back towards his seat. "But I think bacon is going to be a rarity for me for the next while, money is tight right now. Looks like it might just be porridge for the next couple days. I hope not, but I'm not sure." Hoping Bherick takes the hint he eases into his chair, Yonet enters the room. "Yes we are getting paid, and a lot too so don't worry you'll be in the whorehouse by the end of the week." His tone is as straight forward as always, not hint of jokes or insult are there, just the way he likes it.
He clears his throat and places a map of the Brecilian Forest. Pointing about halfway into the forest he begins to speak. "The chantry wants us to escort Clara, to some old ruins. Apparently one of her choir boys was in there and hasn't come back, or the Templars that were with him, or the rescue parties." He pauses for a second as he moves his hand to a different point of the map. "Somewhere over here is one of those Dalish moving villages, whatever they call them. We are to find them if possible and see what information they may have. This is an Elven ruin so they will most likely know about it." Pointing his eyes at Clara he begins again. "Since we all have seen how Templar diplomacy goes, they thought it best to send in us so we hopefully won't spook the Elves. We leave out the south gate tomorrow at first light. Any questions?." He looks over his crew, then directly at Clara. "Did I miss anything Knight Captain." He says that sentence with a bored inflection, taking another sip of his drink. "If not then may you leave us for the evening, we are still in mourning over Karla, which explains Iris' outburst, for that I apologize. We would like to prepare for our first mission without her by ourselves." He pauses making sure the Misfits were listening. "Its just something we hate doing, but we love the tradition." This was an old phrase Karla would say to get the groups attention, it always meant that she knew more than she was letting on, hopefully they will trust Tristan and stay after the meeting is over and Clara is gone.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 6, 2017 6:33:00 GMT
"Right boss." Said Bherick before turning to the Templar the boss had called Clara. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am." He said with a quick forelock salute. On his way to sit over with Iris he grins at Yonet. "Don't you know it Yon. I see you're still up to your old tricks." He and Yon had been drinking buddies for a number of years much to his wife's relief apparently she thought he would get into less trouble with the formidable Qunari with him and Bherick was in no hurry to correct her misconception.
Pulling up a seat next to Iris he puts his hand on her shoulder and whispers "You ok lass?" Iris had a special place in his heart she was always so prickly with people but underneath it he knew she was hiding sadness. She'd told him the truth once when he'd found her crying at the edge of camp after a particularly difficult mission. He'd offered her a swig from his flask of home-brew and listened to her sad tale. He just wished she'd stop needling Tristain the lad had enough on his shoulders as it was and if it was one thing he rembered from the Carta it was that you never disrespected the chain of command especially not in front of outsiders. Of course in the Carta you got stabbed for stepping out of line and if you wanted to climb the ranks you stabbed the person above you overall you spent most of your time watching your "comrades" in case they decided they didn't like you all of a sudden he didn't miss it and much preferred the comradery of the misfits. "Oh yes and Mirta's wondering when you can come by for dinner again Dwon really enjoyed the tricks you showed him last time."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 6, 2017 6:55:36 GMT
Iris nods, shifting her gaze to the Templar. "Something doesn't feel right about this contract and I'm not just saying that because it's coming from the Chantry." She says a low voice, being sure not to be heard by anybody else. "But times are tough, so I guess we can only remain vigilant... and I'll be fine. The Knight captain isn't at all different from other Templars by the way she speaks of mages." She finishes with a shrug. She couldn't be sarcastic or witty to Bherick, he deserves only respectful honesty with the way he acts kindly towards her.
She then looks over to him with a small smile. "I will gladly visit after this mission if that suits your family. I admit, I miss them. Especially Dwon. It is a shame Dwarves are unable to be magically active." She took a shine to Bherick's son. So curious and untouched by the corruption of the world, she was envious of children, but she always had a soft spot for them.
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