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Post by Envy on Feb 6, 2017 7:18:49 GMT
"Ah so that concludes our briefing of our contract now then Ms.Clara I bid you farewell. In the future please abstain from making jokes like that you wouldn't want to boil the blood of a apostate would you?" His voice not hinting of himself but he already knows she knows he a mage hell he carrying he staff which is a dead giveaway. "Now I must sleep like the cut tounge dead." Taethron walks off towards the common rooms uttering that pharse mean that Taethron doesn't trust she was like trusting a demon from the fade. He'll be coming back the metting when she gone for now Taethron is flushed with anger sitting down on his bed he begains to meditate to calm down.
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Post by Raz on Feb 6, 2017 14:04:53 GMT
"Pleasure is all mine Master, Bherick. I look forward to seeing you in battle, heard quite a few stories about you." She says to the dwarf as he introduces himself. Once Tristan begins delivering his briefing to the group, her eyes focus in on him. When he looks to her and asks whether there was anything else, she nods. "This isn't going to be like your other tasks. The men that we sent in there were battle hardened templars, men trained and proven able go slay the worst that the fade could throw at them. If they were brought down then I don't want to take any chances once we enter that forest. Reports of sentient trees, wraiths, and beasts capable of bringing down your qunari here have trickled in over the years. I want you all armed to the teeth when we leave in the morning. Which is why," She removes a medium sized pouch from her belt and tossed it onto the table. The bag jingled the way only coins can.
"Inside you'll find two hundred gold sovereigns. Use them to prepare for the mission. Armour, weapons, supplies. Anything you need. I've already arranged for a wagon to travel with us. Now you'll receive our agreed upon fare of six hundred sovereigns on completion of the mission. However, if you recover an artefact for us I can offer to double the completion reward." There is a collective gasp from those listening. That's enough to build a castle with money to spare. "The artefact is called Thorn. It is a sword said to have been wielded by Andraste herself. We have reason to believe it is somewhere within the eleven ruin." She looks around the table to make sure she has their attention. "That is all. We leave at first light, meet me at the southern gate."
With that she straightened up and places her helm back atop her head. She turns on her heel and exits the building. The wooden door swings shut behind her as she steps into the rain.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 6, 2017 15:00:05 GMT
Iris listen attentively to the briefing and is taken off guard by the amount of gold given to them for supplies, even more so when the supposed reward will be double. It's something the company needs, it will get them back afloat and have business flowing once more... but she can't help but be suspicious at this. Such a large sum she can understand due to the said artifact guarded by something that even the most seasoned Knights could not stand up against, within the forest very well known for it's dangers recently. What she can't understand is that what they have is merely a hunch. The Thorn may or may not be as real as they would like to believe. Are the Chantry that steadfast in their claims? Or is this to do with something else that they are not being told about?
She waits for a few moments after Clara leaves, being sure she will be out of earshot before turning her head towards Tristan. "I knew we were desperate for work, but I didn't think you would collaborate with the Templars." She says crossing her arms, her words are sharp like an assassin's dagger. "We have all worked hard to keep Yonet, Taethron and myself safe from them, you included. Now you bring them to our doorstep?" Her voice raising a little. "It won't just be us, it will be the rest of you too for harbouring apostates! When do you think they will betray us hmm? During or after the contract?" her voice has adopted a sarcastic tone and attitude, usually the case when she is angry.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 6, 2017 15:37:55 GMT
Lauren watched the Knight Captain as she departed, still nervous from the encounter.This was going to be a tricky job, elvens forests were filled with human hating residents that could shoot you without being seen, and don't forget about the living trees as Clara said but still, six hundred sovereigns... And two hundred more to gather supplies... By Andraste, and did Lauren heard that they will look for Andraste's sword too ? Maker, she couldn't stop tear her eyes from the coin pouch. "Listen Iris... I know you are not trusting the Knight Captain, i'm wary of her too, i mean, she's going to use us as disposable paws but didn't we faced challenges before ? We could totally show her what kind of company she hired." She gulped once more at the thought of the reward at stake, They could live without fear after that if they succeded that contract... Or just die doing it, or worse, it's not like three mages and one desertor working with templars was something usual.
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Post by Envy on Feb 6, 2017 16:53:30 GMT
Walking back down to the assembly hall Taethron recalls her talking about Thorn first of all why would Andraste. Second why the hell would be even attempt to give the sword to the Templars he'd rather cast the blade into the fade then give to them. But if she was right this sword could be a valuable asset to me let alone a valuable research object entering the assembly hall Taethron says "So who else smells a trap I already know that Teal was wary of her." He sits back down in a chair next to Lauren "So are you alright my friend?" He asks worriedly.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 6, 2017 19:36:26 GMT
If she was alright ? The Knight Captain Clara De Talmar was just here seconds ago, many things could have gone wrong, Iris going all out against the templaror even Tristan, templars swarming the place to take the three mages away and worst of all being found out. Lauren examinated her companions, Bherick was waiting for Tristan to speak, Iris was still in her bad mood and Yonet... Well she was being herself as usual. Thaetron squeezed Lauren's shoulder, bringing her back to reality, she shooked herself out of her trance before giving a fake smile to her friend. "Yes, yes i'm good. I'm just still surprised, i wasn't expecting to stumble upon the Knight Captain when i opened the door." She was still scratching Teal's head nervously, the boy was still here when he was needed the most.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 6, 2017 19:48:14 GMT
Iris would normally huff at Lauren's opinions. She maybe her protector and has been in this business longer than she has, but was still a Templar. Long ago, she would have probably trusted her by now... But her experiences have marked every Templar an enemy in her eyes, intiate or not.
This is a special occasion this time, however. She made a good point, they have taken on tougher challenges. In the past, they slayed a dragon for goodness sake! That was a memorable contract for her, not only because the client never mentioned a dragon but because everybody got on in the aftermath, even her with Tristan. At the end of the day and no matter what she thought of them, they're all family. Iris doesn't say anything, she just nods in agreement with Lauren before she talks to Taethron.
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Post by Raz on Feb 6, 2017 20:29:26 GMT
Clara wasn't about to linger in the presence of that many apostates if she could help it. Currently she could, which was why she was making excellent time getting back to the Chantry. Her barracks was nestled right beside the cathedral to the maker. The thought of the danger those apostates posed to the city made her skin crawl. With luck they will perish during the mission or leave Fereldan once they receive their reward. The girl, Lauren, she didn't seem dangerous but she knew that that could change in an instant. Clara had seen the abominations that these young mages could become if not given the proper instruction. Clara didn't particularly dislike the girl either, she's just been taken in by a bad group of people. Even the boy she didn't mind, he's under a lot of pressure and in mourning. She felt sorry for the two of them. "I'll have to try to apologize to him when I get a chance. I didn't want to embarrass him." She mumbled to herself as she trudged through the mud and rain.
Snapping out of her thoughts when she arrived at her barracks. Her Templars looked at her with admiration as she removed her helm. There were twelve of them in the barracks at the moment. They were a mixture of men and women in various stages of dress. Most were wearing their usual fatigues, a few were putting on their armour to go on patrol. "Captain." Said one of them, she looked and saw her lieutenant, a bearded man named Tomas. He was in his armour and judging from how drenched he was, just came back from patrol. "Lieutenant. What can I do go you?"
He shrugged and pushed himself off of the support that he'd been leaning against. "Ah it's nothing, just me and the lads wanted to do something for you before you go." She raised a brow. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" Two hours later, the laughter from the barracks could be heard for blocks. Kegs of ale had been brought in and many Templars from various chantries in the city stopped by to join in. "Give em hell for us captain." Another voice said, "Make sure you bring back something special for us."
The night proceeded in much the same manner.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 7, 2017 5:06:49 GMT
Yonet couldn't help but smirk as she watched the Captain's armoured ass stride out of the building. She'd never had a templar before wonder if she'd still feel the same when she found out Yon was a mage but then again Yon had heard stories about what mages and templars got up too in their Circles. Her smile turned into a frown for a second, of course from what she heard the mages weren't always willing participants and that wasn't as funny.
Turning back to the group she said "Hey for that much coin I'd fight an ogre bare-fist besides I'd quite like to get to know the Knight-Captain better." Her customary smirk returned. "Unless anyone else is volunteering to keep me company now that I'm out of coin for The Pearl." She said with a wink at Iris. "Of course if she betrays us I fully intend rip her limb from limb."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 7, 2017 5:33:20 GMT
"Do you know how much we pay in lyrium for all of you? Do you know how the second Karla's corpse was cold every debt collector in the world showed up at my doorstep? How all of Karla's friends want nothing to do with us, because I'm not her?" He meets Iris' gaze with one with more fire behind it. "I've personally spent thousands of sovereigns of my own just to keep us afloat. I called in every favor I was owed, I even had to beg and borrow from others to fix us, to save us." His voice was straining as he tried his best to hold back screaming at her. "My father is beyond angry with me, 'wasting your time with those lot' as he puts it." He takes another drink of his brandy, he hates the taste and the burn but it helps, and he's been needing help lately. "I ran out of options, you'd know that if you weren't, so damned busy rereading the same four books." He puts his hand up in a stop motion more so to himself instead of the others, he takes a breath to calm himself.
He pushes the map to the floor and places two letters on the table, one was sealed the other wasn't. Pointing at the sealed letter he begins. "The Carta gave me a generous discount on our lyrium for this job. They want us to simply drop this letter off at the keeper of the Dalish we are supposed to meet. If they write back we are to return that letter." He finishes his drink and places it on the table. "Before any of you ask, no I don't know what its about and its none of our business." He unfolds the second and shows it to the group. "The other job is from a few interested parties. It is quite rare to get the chantry and apostates to work together. It turns out one of those Templars, a 'Night Captain Roderick' he has a journal on him. In that journal has a list of names of run away mages, and those helping them in the church. Now we need that journal or the very least destroy it." He leans back in his chair looking at the faces of the others. "This goes without saying, but our new nanny can't know about these." He reaches down to the floor and drops a bag on the table it clangs with the sound of metal. Opening the bag he throws a coin made out of summer stone to each of the Misfits. The coins are heavier than they look, on one side has the Drake family crest, a rising tide moving to the right of the coin, that from the bottom up transforms into a dragon. "I had these made for each of you, if things go wrong" He pauses a lump in his throat makes his words hard to let out. "Go to the Storm Coast, show these to any of my families men. You will be protected."
He claps his hands to get everyone attention. "Enough gloom and doom, I have one more matter and then you all may leave." He takes out a gold bracelet that has the words 'Misfit first, now family' Karla's little catch phrase she was so proud of thinking up. It was the symbol of the second command of the company, it had been Tristan's for the last year, and now he must name his second. The answer in his mind was clear, there was only one person with the experience to help guide Tristan through these times. "Bherick I name you second in command of Karla's Misfits." He slides the bracelet across the table to the Dwarf. "Give him the same respect you give me...Iris give him the respect you'd give Karla." There is some venom in his words, though he tried his best to hide it, he can't get over the way she's treats him. "South gate at first light, not a second sooner. If any of you show up drunk, hungover, or late you're carrying twice your weight in equipment and not getting a horse." That was Karla's old punishment, it was only enforced once after that it was never needed again. "Dismissed." Tristan ends his speech as he walks away from the table grabbing the letters with him. He heads back up to his room passing Karla's door he pauses looking at it. He hasn't gone in since her funeral, he stops and stares as his mind wanders elsewhere.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 7, 2017 12:12:04 GMT
Bherick stared at the bracelet numbly his face draining of colour. He'd hoped it wouldn't come to this he'd have really liked to just coast gently to retirement but it looked like the Stone had other plans for him. He still remembered the last time he'd had responsibility back in the Carta he'd become increasingly paranoid that his subordinates were undermining him so he'd started having them killed for the smallest infractions then he'd become paranoid his superior were planning to replace him so he'd gone to extreme lengths to make enough coin to keep them satisfied doing things that even the Carta considered morally reprehensible. Eventually his direct superior, a Carta lieutenant named Narala, had ordered his assassination. Having betrayed or killed every friend he'd had Bherick had fled to the surface and spent some time wondering the area around Redcliffe until Karla found him destitute and still trying not to fall into the sky.
Karla had offered him redemption. Bherick shaved his head and got his intricate face tattoo both to prevent himself from being recognised and to in attempt to show contrition. He'd changed his name to Bherick, he barely remembered his old one not even his wife knew it, Karla had known but with her death no one in the company did. In the years that followed he'd been one of the first members of the Misfits, he'd met Mirta manning her father's jewellery store in Highever and for whatever reason she'd seemed to think he was worth loving and then Dwon had been born... All that time he'd served the company loyally never again seeking to gain power or responsibility but now it seemed like it was being thrust upon him.
He picked up the bracelet studying it for a minute before putting it on. "Stone protect us all."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 7, 2017 12:37:57 GMT
Iris scowls at Tristan. She would love nothing more than to remind him that it would be impossible for her to contribute towards keeping the company afloat because of her magic. That she would be captured and then it would all come back to the company, sinking it further into the deep end. She wished she could help out with finding the coin but the moment anybody caught on she was an apostate, they would chase her off or call upon the Templars. She holds her tongue for now, knowing that sparking this into a full blown argument wouldn't be fair on the others. She doesn't say another word to Tristan as she collects her staff and a bag full containing her robes.
She sees the expression of Bherick's face and she feels bad for him. In the time she has been a part of the company she knows that he's never wanted the responsibility of a leadership role, that it seemed to scare him. She also acknowledges that out of everybody, he would be the top candidate for Second in Command for his experience, Bravery and respect that he has earn, so she is not surprised that he was picked. She places a consoling hand on his shoulder, assuring him that he has her support in this. "If it is okay with you and your family, I wouldn't mind visiting them now." She says to him, hoping it will bring his mind away from whatever worrisome thoughts plague it.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 7, 2017 16:25:32 GMT
Bherick smiles weakly at Iris "I'm sure they'd love that I know Mirta is cooking her stew for dinner." He clears his throat. "The rest of you lot heard the boss first light at the latest, that means you Yon I don't want to have to go searching every brothel in the city for you." Nodding to Taethron and Lauren he escorts Iris back to his house for a hearty meal and another evening of Dwon demanding to see more magic tricks.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 7, 2017 17:38:16 GMT
"Well," said Yon standing up and stretching "If anyone needs me I'll be in the Gnawed Noble seeing how long I can go before some asshole of a bann demands I be removed less they catch my 'filthy ox-diseases' if anyone wants to join me feel free if not I'll see you bastards in the morning."
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Post by Envy on Feb 7, 2017 18:10:10 GMT
Taethron stands up and stretches he looks at Lauren and then says "Here I'm going to sleep do you need anything of me before we I leave for sleep?" Says Taethron as he reaches down and starts to pet Teal.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 7, 2017 22:14:32 GMT
Lauren did her best to not explain her point of view to Tristan, she respect him but his decision to work for templars like throwing them in the Circle himself, and his statement about the lyrium ? She grumbled to herself before examinating the coin, who carve coins in summer stone anyway ? "Yes Tristan, thanks to you to spend money on lyrium to keep us alive, it's not like i like being addicted to the damn thing..." She smiles weakly at Taethron and head for the shield. "No, thank you, I'm just going to prepare my equipment for the mission, good night Taethron, good night to you too boy." She scratch Teal's head one more time before she leaves the building.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 5:07:12 GMT
Lauren's last comment bothered Tristan, in his anger at Iris he accidentally hurt her feelings as well. He wanted to apologize, but he had already walked into his room. He needed to be a leader someone who would make tough decisions, and live with the consciousnesses. Bherick was chosen, because the others always respected the Dwarf, any command coming from him would be obeyed. This was something Tristan lacked, no matter what he did he felt small stuck in Karla's shadow. He would apologize to Bherick tomorrow for not talking it out with him before hand. He knew a little of his past that he had trouble with the Carta, and that Bherick wasn't his birth name, but Tristan didn't know what the trouble was or what his name used to be, to him Bherick was always Bherick and always will be.
Yonet was interesting, she was always herself no matter what. He admired that, though they didn't interact much they had a decent relationship at least in his mind. Lauren was a sweet girl, he saw a lot of himself in her, by the fact that they both seem to just be trying their best. Taethron was a good man, always there for the others. A kind heart and always there for others Taethron was a treasure to this company. Iris on the other hand his face fills with anger as he closes his door louder than he meant, they never got along for no reason. Ever since he joined with them a year ago she's been a thorn in his side. Thinking back to those days causes him to zone out, staring out the window at the day long storm.
Tristan was fifteen and every fifteen year old thinks they know the world better than anyone else. Being bored with his easy life of being the third born, the most hardship he would face would be if who ever he was arranged to marry wasn't the prettiest in the world or not the most wealthy. He hated the fact that he was nothing more than a last name to be sold off to strength the Drake legacy. So one night in the cover of darkness he ran away, with dreams of being a Grey Warden. He ran to Denerim, was planing on catching the first boat out to Weisshaupt. Unfortunately his father put out a big bounty on his head (unharmed of course) Karla had heard about it and picked him out of the crowded streets with ease. She smiled at him whispered into his ear. "Got you now." She knocked him out and dragged him back to the head quarters. Upon awakening she questioned him about everything she could think of, she acted as if he would be tortured or worse if she didn't like his answers. After an hour Tristan was beyond scared, but Karla couldn't keep the facade going anymore. She dragged him and the chair he was tied to into the main hall where all the others were sitting around laughing. After being almost scared to tears, the change in attitude was neck breaking. Karla stuck her tonuge out at him and laughed witht the rest "I talked to daddy. He said you can join us as long as you promise not to run away, and I don't let you die." She unties his ropes and introduces him to everyone. "Welcome to the family Tristan Drake."
Those last words stuck with him and he swore from that day on to help the Misfits. He lays in his bed listening to the storm as he slowly falls asleep. He awakes three hours early, and begins his day. Sneaking out the front door with all his gear in hand careful not wake any of the others who may have slept in the common room. The sky is still cloudy, but the rain has stopped the ground is muddy, his feet sticks into the ground with each step. He gathers the Misfits wagon and horses, and goes to gates with still time to kill he goes over the supplies, marking everything down and double checking his work. Confident in his abilities he sits at the front of his wagon awaiting the Templar, they are so famous for being early, which is what he hoped for a one on one talk with her. Now all he could do is wait.
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Post by Raz on Feb 8, 2017 19:19:37 GMT
The alcohol fuelled good mood had long since died off. Vague memories of liquor and sex were already beginning to fade when she opened her eyes. With a sigh she shrugged off the arm that was wrapped around her, much to her partners chagrin. "Leaving already?" Came the drowsy voice of her lieutenant, Tomas. "Fraid so. Have to get the gear and wagons sorted before I leave." Came her reply. She moved off of the bed and towards her dresser. The stone floor was freezing as she tread upon it. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she slipped into her white undershirt. Her breeches soon followed despite Tomas' protest. Tomas himself decided it was best he get out of bed as well. His next patrol was coming up soon. She was slipping into her armour while Tomas was finishing with his belt buckle. She yipped in surprise when she felt a Tomas help fasten the straps on her armour. "Thank you." She said after turning to face him. He shook his head and smiled. "No worries. Listen, me and the boys pitched in to get this for you when we heard where you were going." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small amethyst that seemed to glow ever so slightly. "An old elven explorer was selling this at the market. Its said to be able to stop a blow that would normally be fatal. It only works once though. The men and I don't think we'd follow any other poor bastard they tried to put in your place. So, make sure you come back alright?"
Clara was touched by the concern that her unit had for her safety. She gently took the gem from his hand and nodded. "I will. I'll make it back." She pulled him in close in an embrace and said. "Take care of them while I'm gone. They'll need someone-" He was already waving his hand as though it was already taken care of. "Now don't you worry about that. I'll keep them in line while you're gone. Just focus on making it back, alright?" She was smiling as she nodded. "I will." After saying her farewells to a few others that were still awake in the barracks and gathering her gear she headed off towards their supplies.
Much to her surprise, it was already taken care of by the time she got there. She arrived just as the boy from the mercenary group was climbing onto the wagon. "You're up early." She tosses her pack into the back of the wagon. "You know, I didn't want to embarrass you like that earlier. You kinda forced my hand though. Believe it or not but I was trying to stick up for you when I made that remark about Iris. But if you want to do things your way that's fine."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 19:55:50 GMT
Iris wakes up in a guest room. She stayed the night at Bherick's home under the insistence of his wife and child. How could she say no? She adores the family and admire her magic rather than fear it, possibly due to their magical resistance. Either way, it's refreshing to be in their company. Mirta could always calm her moods just by chatting with her and exquisite cooking, which helped today with the stress of Templars. Dwon always got excited whenever Iris came to visit. When she arrives, so does the magic! It was only simple tricks, such as levitating some of his toys or creating a ball of light. She is careful not to go too big and scare the little boy. It always made her smile, which is a rarity for her these days.
She changes into her robes, which is more of a dark coloured hooded coat than anything else, leather boots, some more leather padding and a fur lined collar. It was a gift from Karla, said that it looks exactly like her personality. Iris was pouty at the joke, but she cherished this and always wore it whenever taking on a contract. Karla knew her people best.
She picks up her staff and waits in the living space for Bherick, careful not to wake the others.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 8, 2017 20:11:13 GMT
Bherick slipped quietly out of bed being careful not to wake Mirta. His joints creaked as he stretched his arms, Mirta had put him through his paces last night and he wasn't as young as he used to be but neither of them knew how long he'd be gone this time. He dressed in his boiled leather armour with a hood to keep the rain off his shaved head and slipped his twin daggers into their sheaths on his back. He slipped silently into Dwon's room and gave his son a light kiss on the forehead smiling softly as the boy murmured in his sleep. Bherick hated goodbyes if he ever failed to make it back from a mission he wanted his family's last memory of him to be one of laughter not tears and farewells. Heading out into the living area he notes Iris is already up and ready to go, ahhhhh to be young. "Morning lass we better be off before Dwon wakes and demands you make his ball fly again." Whispers Bherick with a smile before opening the door for her.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 20:27:01 GMT
He raises his hand to pause Clara, he made it appear he was still busy counting the supplies. After a few moments he looks back at her, it was a small power play a little pettiness to let her know he was not on her leash. "You're late." He comments disinterested still looking at his clip board pretending to be busy. "You called one of my men a dog, and when I stood up for her you dressed me down in front of the rest of my men. Forgive me, but where did you stick up for me?" He turns to Clara giving her a stern look. "I may be young, but I am no child I don't want or need your help. If you truly intended to help, then I ask for you forgiveness at my last comment." He climbs off the wagon and walks up to Clara with a copy of the chant in his hands. "Your amnesty means nothing to me. I don't trust your word, whats stopping you from killing us all the second we get home?" He stops two feet away from Clara, and lowers the holy text towards her. "Swear to me on the chant, swear to the Maker, and Andraste herself, that my men will be safe, from you and your kind." A seriousness consumes him, he has an aura of radiating an intensity he's never shown. "If you don't, and I even think there is a possibility of any of my men being harmed, I swear to you no prayer will stop me, no demon will impede me, I will kill you and let them escape. Even if I lose everything, I will not let them suffer." There is no weakness in his words, his voice doesn't falter he stands strong and proud at the threat he makes.
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Post by Raz on Feb 8, 2017 20:53:53 GMT
She stares at him for a moment as he makes his speech. There is certainly conviction to his words but his youth is telling. "You shouldn't have stood up for her. She deserves to have her arrogance checked. Otherwise she could get you and your team killed. Were this mission not of critical importance I would've had her arrested for her use of unsupervised magic. I would've had your group disbanded, your reputation ruined, and your mages arrested. But this isn't my call to make. I've been given my orders and I intend to follow through with them. Unlike others you work with I keep my word." She places her hand on the book and stares him down. "I swear to the Chant, the Maker, Andraste and anyone else you wish me to, that your men will not be harmed by me or my kind." She let her gloved hand fall from the book. "Now if you're done trying to show how tough you are, I got something for you to do. You've fought before haven't you?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 21:03:47 GMT
Iris smiles a little at the thought of Dwon wanting more magic tricks, the smile is gone as she secures the staff to her back. "Let us be on our way then. No doubt Tristan will be tripping over himself trying to organise." She comments sarcastically. She opens the door and heads out.
She can't help but shake the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Templars made her fearful, but this is the Knight-Captain. She can't shake the feeling that this woman will be out to get her, criticising her every time she will use a spell, if one is cast too close to her. The woman is either paranoid or her beliefs are far too deep. Either one is highly dangerous to Iris' and her fellow mage's health. She will keep the grounds neutral and not do anything to provoke the Templar if she can help it, but she won't back down if she is challenged. No way will Iris allow herself to go through that abusive torture a second time.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 8, 2017 21:10:36 GMT
Yon wakes with a snort looking around at the one, two, three... oh boy four unconscious muggers sharing the alley with her. Her head was pounding and she can't say she remembered exactly what happened but by the looks of it they decided a drunk woman, even a Qunari one, was easy prey and she'd presumably proved them wrong judging by their black eyes and broken bones. She grabbed her staff from under a pile of trash they were lucky she hadn't had it to hand because her staff was often mistaken for a spear with a wickedly sharp blade that was good for stabbing and slashing not to mention the length of chain she'd wrapped around the other end to add heft for blunt attacks. Most mages relied soley on their magic but she'd grown up in among Tal-Vashoth where combat was pretty much the only way of life so she'd learnt how to fight with her fists and other "cruder" weapons besides being born with magic didn't mean her muscles instantly withered away. Wiping some sick off her combat robe onto a groaning mugger she made her way towards the meet-up point just in time to see the boss and the voluptuous templar doing something with a book.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 21:13:32 GMT
"She did deserve to be corrected, by me not you. If one of your men was talked down to by someone from outside your organization you'd be furious as well. Lets move on from this, there is no reason to make a a small remark bigger than it needs to be." He channels his father one more time, the old man was great at defusing situations he was always calm and collected in front of outsiders anyway."Oh and so you know going after my reputation is a waste of your time, I'm the third son to a Bann and this isn't Orlais not many will care if I worked with run away mages." He stares her down not letting up an inch. "Yes you may hurt my wedding prospects, but you'd be doing me a favor at that point." He makes a small joke but delivers it as if he meant it. "Yes I've fought before, as a Misfit alone we've had countless missions, we have even slain a dragon once." Technically he didn't help with the dragon itself, but was tasked will clearing out the lesser beast so the others would have an easier time. "So I am not some squire pretending to play soldier."
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Post by Raz on Feb 8, 2017 21:27:03 GMT
"Ah but you didn't have the will do correct her did you? Not until I prompted you to. But as you say, I will let this drop. As for your reputation," She shakes her head, best to let him believe what he wants at this point. The forces that have interests in seeing this operation succeed are much greater than he understands. "Never mind. Just get the job done and we won't have any reason to speak on this further. Now since you say you can fight," She crosses her arms and watches him. "Draw your weapon and strike at me as hard as you can."
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jackygirl
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 8, 2017 21:28:56 GMT
Yonet let out a cheer at hearing the templar's words "Go on boss and I get first shot at the winner!"
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Post by Raz on Feb 8, 2017 21:32:39 GMT
She doesn't take her eyes off of Tristan but shouts to the Qunari. "Oh trust me, you'll get your turn." She had been wanting to try her hand at that Qunari since they met. She had a good feeling that she could come out on top.
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Post by Envy on Feb 8, 2017 21:54:04 GMT
Making sure his amulet was charged Taethron gets dress he does he daily check ups on his gear. All of his gear is up to his standards and he places a runed collar onto Teal to make sure he could keep track of him. Taethron brings a short sword with him since he is sure that him and everyone else will be ambushed or worse "I must all ways ready for everyone else's sake." His voice filled with woe and regret fully dressed and ready Taethron and Teal walk out of the HQ. Walking by the market he buys some potions and lyrium potion and a treat to give to Teal while they're out on the road. He hears Calra shouting about drawing a weapon he shouts out to her "Unless you plan on drawing your blade I would advise you to do likewise!" Taethron doesn't have the time to deal with this Templar he just wants to get this contact done and be over with this.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 8, 2017 21:56:17 GMT
Lauren spent most of the night half awake vhecking her equipment, she always does that before a mission; she thought about multiple things during this time, why the Knight Captain ? why them in particular ? What will they become ? "No point in worrying like an idiot..." She finally gear up and go to the meeting point, there she sees Yonet shouting at Tristan and the Knight Captain staring at each other. The shield warrior rush to the horned mage felling anxious from the view of the templar and the probabilities of what was coming. "Yonet, what's going on ? What are they doing ?" Lauren began to feel nervous at the sight of these two and the fact that the Qunari was grinning like an idiot indicated trouble.
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