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| A New Chapter; IC (will open eventually) | |
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| Topic Started: May 23 2017, 11:56 PM (1,172 Views) | |
| Benevolent Thomas | May 23 2017, 11:56 PM Post #1 |
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Thomas woke with a start. A moment ago, he was among the hordes deep beneath the surface. The whispers he once heard are now turning to cries. Something is brewing. He takes a look at his surroundings. The inn he is staying at is rather modest with only the necessities being offered without luxury. There was battle in the air. The aroma of breakfast was clashing with the unmistakable stench of last night's booze. The aging Warden dresses and heads downstairs. The inn was bustling with patrons. The few staff feverishly worked to keep the masses satisfied, naught a table available. Thomas takes a seat at the bar where he is greeted with a meal and a pint. Patrons look on in disgust as he drains his glass before taking his first bite. A young woman takes his mug and heads behind the bar. Thomas continues to excavate his plate until he is interrupted with the clank of another pint hitting the table. He looks up to the sight of a sly grin. "Good morning, Sir Thomas. What grand adventures do you have planned today?" "That's not my title anymore" he replied. "I'll have you know that there are still many who remember you and what you did for us, Benevo-" "Please, Katherine" he replied, a grin taking hold on his face. "There we go" she said with a smile. "Welcome back to the world of the living". Katherine takes his plate and returns to her duties. Thomas watches as she moves from table to table, gathering orders and clearing away dishes. Her beautiful, dark brown hair sways behind her shoulders as she moves about. Her youth is apparent in the way she moves, as if her feet never truly touch the ground. Her slender body could be lighter than air, tethered to this world only by her signature light-blue dress. A kind face that warms the heart of all whom she serves, her dark eyes contrast the paleness of her skin which is accented by a mark do the left of her full lips. Thomas looks into his glass, his rough reflection stares back at him through the ale. His once youthful face is now cloaked by the scars of a harsh life. Patches of silver have begun to slowly colonize his black hair. The stubble that grows unkempt speaks to his indifference. His large stature makes him a standout in most settings, but a once robust physique has begun to wither. Looking into his brown eyes, he gathers what resolve he can and finishes the drink. He looks back at Katherine once more before heading out into the world. |
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| Charles Watson-Turing | Jul 1 2017, 09:26 AM Post #41 |
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"Ah, I have my reasons. I'm afraid that if I share them with you, you'll think I'm strange, and I'm worried that the lyrium dealers will stop delivering to me. Just be happy I'm not a typical lyrium consumer." Charles said, mysteriously. "So, you're going to find the Grey Wardens? Well, you're in luck! I too am looking for them...Well, I found a Warden. If you stay here just a few more days, he will return to this very inn! Fate has been kind to bring us together, friend!" Wow! What a coincidence! First you find Granite, now this mage! It seems you're meant to be a Warden, Charles... |
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| Wolf Havens | Jul 6 2017, 09:44 AM Post #42 |
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Sylven ran through a wild meadow, navigating around coarse grass and brush with ease. Flowers struggled up from the ground through the other vegetation, showing bright dots of color. The blood trail was fresh and thick with a fatty scent. As he followed it down the meadow, the sky seemed to draw closer to the ground and the sun shone brightly onto him from just above. He smelled smoke in the air and glanced around. The sun was hanging so low, it had caught the tops of the trees next to the meadow on fire! Flames crackled through dry pine needles, touched the ground, and began racing towards him, filling the air with stinging ash. Sylven squinted against the smoke filled air and barreled back up the meadow. Suddenly he felt himself pawing empty air and fell head over heels down an embankment. At the bottom he blinked his eyes open. Albino snakes wound around his body, suffocating him. Gasping, he saw fire licking the air in front of him. Sylven closed his eyes, twisted, and launched himself backwards with powerful hind legs. He felt the snakes fall away from around his sweaty fur before he hit the room's knotty wood wall. Pain in his side made Sylven panic even more. He staggered to his paws and lunged out into the inn's hallway. The smoke smell receded back into the room. Sylven saw an upright creature looming ahead of him and snapped at its leg as he flew past. |
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| Charles Watson-Turing | Jul 10 2017, 11:25 AM Post #43 |
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Charles heard the cry of, "Wolf", and sighed. What this time? He apologised to the mage, then climbed up the stairs, and saw a gentleman at the top of the stairs, the one who had called out. Charles began to apologise. "Look, sir, I'm so dreadfully sorry. I did clear the wolf with the manager before -" Charles was interrupted by Granite barrelling into his chest. The sheer impact, which was so strong Granite bounced off Charles and onto the floor, made Charles teeter backwards. Soon, he was leaning back. After a few seconds, Charles was falling down the stairs, hitting his head on each of the stone steps in turn. By the time he was on the floor, he was unconcious, with the head wound from earlier even worse. |
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| Sir Merlin | Jul 15 2017, 03:57 PM Post #44 |
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The old man too was trying to find the Wardens and seemingly had found them before Merlin did, even thought he had visited the Vigil's Keep. Suddenly a a man yelling "Wolf" from the upstairs echoed through the bar. The old man rose from his chair saying: "What this time?" and apologised to Merlin before he climbed up the stairs, leaving Merlin alone with his pint of mead. But soon, a sound of meat being hit against stone stairs would be heard as the old man fell down from upper floors, hitting his head to the stairs and leaving a trail of blood behind him. Sir Merlin rose from his and rushed to the old man to check if he was alright. He was still alive but unconscious and his head bleeding. Merlin tried his best to remove most of the damage that the head had suffered with his healing magic, stopping the bleeding and and making the lesser wounds disappear and making the bigger wounds heal in time. |
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| Birdkeeper | Jul 25 2017, 04:18 AM Post #45 |
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Grokir untied the horses from his wagon, freeing them of their burden to feed on the meadow. Tomorrow we will reach Vigil’s Keep, the home of the Grey Wardens. Tomorrow I must decide what I will do. The people of the Caravan were still keeping their distance from Birdkeeper’s Steel, the battle with the Darkspawn weeks ago still fresh in their minds. Grokir paid them no mind, embracing the sudden solitude so he can concentrate on his work. Altas still came around, always smiling and acting cheerful, helping out with the birds and playing with the crows, but Grokir saw the fear in her eyes. She, too, wonders when I will snap next. To have everyone lose faith in my sanity all in one day is a bitter pill to swallow. Alas, I must move on… Hammering out his frustrations, Grokir continued to work throughout the day, taking only a break to tend to his birds. Maybe things will change tomorrow. Vigil’s Keep is the fresh start I seem to need. Grokir watched the sunset, one hand resting on Naari’s back, hoping his optimism was not misplaced. |
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